On the night of her engagement, Vivienne Sterling watched her fiancé clasp hands with her most trusted best friend—fingers interlaced—as they flew off together in blissful secrecy.
They thought she'd crumble into tears and never recover.
Instead—she turned around and snagged a new boyfriend ten times hotter than her ex, one who pampered her senseless and had terrifyingly deep connections.
The new guy was sweet and obedient, driving her crazy in all the right ways—until she could barely walk the next morning.
When her ex-fiancé waltzed back early with his so-called "true love" in tow, Vivienne Sterling coldly slid a seven-figure check across the table: "I'm bored. We're done."
From then on, she tore the scumbag apart, exposed the fake-gentle rival, cut off her morally bankrupt father, and crushed every scheming opponent in her path.
She single-handedly revived a dying national liquor brand and turned it into the country's top label—shutting down every skeptic who'd ever looked down on her.
At a high-profile government-business summit, she arrived as an honored guest—only to spot the man at the head of the table: icy glare, suffocating aura, and the exact face of her sweet "little duck."
Her assistant whispered, "That's Vincent Thornfield, heir to the Thornfield empire. They say he's ruthless, unhinged—and allergic to women…"
Vivienne Sterling's legs nearly gave out.
The "boyfriend" she'd dumped was the one man in the city no one dared cross?!
Before she could utter a word, the man leaned back in his chair, his gaze dark and piercing as his lips curved into a cold smirk: "Miss Sterling, now that you've got your clothes back on, you're pretending you don't know me?"
