They said I was his queen. I believed it for three years.
I believed our meeting at Stanford was fate. I believed in the tenderness when he fastened that diamond around my neck. I believed every word when he promised "forever."
Until I heard him at the gala, laughing with his friends as he said, "Her? Just my plaything."
Until he pinned me in that stairwell, tearing at my clothes, and screamed that shattering truth.
Only then did I understand: this three-year love was a revenge he designed just for me.
Now, I hold the evidence that could destroy his entire family, and I have just one question—
Brother, you’ve had your revenge.
Tell me, does it taste sweet now?

Brother, Is Your Revenge Sweet Now?

Three months had passed with no progress in uncovering the truth about my mother and Russell's father. After that mysterious phone call, I decided to temporarily shift my focus to work.
Today's business negotiation would be the ultimate test of my growth over these past three months.
In the top-fl...

Chapter 4