The Billionaire Heiress's Revenge

The smoke from the wreckage was still acrid in my throat when I saw Blake lift Chloe into his arms, his face a mask of terror for her and utter indifference for me. Rain lashed against the mangled steel of the car, washing away three years of secrets, sacrifices, and the lie that we were building a life together. To the Thornton family, I was just the nameless girl from the office—a temporary distraction before the "real" marriage to a Vanderbilt could begin. To Chloe, I was a nuisance to be smeared across every headline in Beverly Hills. They thought they had stripped me of everything: my dignity, my career, and my heart. What they didn't know, as they left me standing in the debris of their betrayal, was that they hadn't broken a commoner. They had just awakened the Harrington heiress, and my vengeance would cost them every empire they were currently trying to steal.