Elowen Kim

“I’ve married a second wife. All you need to do is stay home and look after the child,”my husband, William, said to me when he got back from the battlefield.
“Beatrice isn’t like you. She shares my ambition, my thirst for power. We speak the same language of strategy and conquest. But you? You’re good for chores, small tasks, and keeping quiet. You could never match her brilliance or be the partner I need.”William sneered.
Isabella de Montfort waited a whole year for her husband, only to find him happily living with his second wife—and handing her divorce papers. She refuse to remain a victim of their marriage. She reached for her sword and lance and would defend her family's honor and reclaim her rightful place in the war.
Will she accept William’s confession? How will she choose between glory and love?

A deafening crack split the air.
GUNSHOT.
For a moment, my mind went completely blank.
When I was at most desperate, my fiancé crushed me by rescuing my sister right before my eyes.
After waking up in the hospital, I faced ridicule from my parents and criticism from my fiancé. My only comfort was the twins, whose father—the handsome CEO of both the hotel and hospital—reminded me of that fateful night years ago when I was set up and left with no options.
I've hit rock bottom now. It's time to reclaim everything that's rightfully mine: the company my mother left before her suspicious death, the truth behind the scheme against me years ago, and justice for my lost children.

Everyone fears my temper. Few know about my genius-level intelligence or my exceptional mechanical skills. At just seventeen, I run a successful motorcycle customization shop—my ticket out of a toxic home ruled by an abusive stepmother and a father who turns a blind eye.
I’m almost eighteen, mate or not, no one’s going to derail my plan. Independence is the only thing I’ve ever wanted. But more than one man seems to think he has a say in my future.
My fire has always been my strength... and my curse. I've paid the price for being unyielding. But I won’t stop. Not until I’m free. The real question is—how much more can I take before I break?