From Caregiver to Queen

For three years, I was the woman who cleaned up Pierce Wentworth’s messes—booking his hotel rooms for other women, stopping his bar fights, and enduring his "white moonlight's" fake tears. To the elite of Toorak, I was the fallen Harrington noble, a pathetic devotee desperate for a playboy’s scrap of affection. They didn't see the smirk I hid when I handed him a $250 rejection, or the cold calculation behind my hacker’s gaze. They didn't know that my three-year performance was a masterclass in revenge, or that while Pierce was busy spiraling into ruin, the only man I ever truly loved—Shane Quincy—was waiting in the shadows to help me light the match. Pierce thought I was his sisterly shadow; he’s about to find out I’m the storm that takes everything back.