My name is Lisa Morgan, and I was a real estate agent in Austin, Texas.
Three days ago, I died at my own desk—working on client files for my husband Mark until my heart simply stopped beating.
When my soul awakened, I thought the most painful thing would be seeing my own cold body sprawled across those Henderson Ranch portfolios.
Until I saw Mark passionately kissing our young assistant, Jessica Blair.
Until I heard him introduce her as his "angel investor," claiming her $150,000 had saved the c...

My name is Seraphina, and Isadora is my twin sister—but fuck me, she's never done a single thing that screams "sharing" in her entire goddamn life.
The design sketches I stayed up all night creating? She'd claim them as her own before the ink was dry. Jesse, the guy I'd been in love with for over a decade? She stripped naked and crawled into my bed with him. Even Aurora, the brand I'd kill to protect—she strutted around like it was her trophy.
But the most vicious thing? She wanted my life. Lite...

I'm crouched on this fucking balcony clutching a pregnancy test, hands shaking like a leaf—two blazing red lines staring me in the face. I was such a goddamn fool thinking I'd tell Remy about our baby tonight. What a sick joke!
The banquet hall's roaring below and there's that bastard on stage, arm wrapped around Olivia, shouting "This winery has NO future without her!" Each word slams into me like a sledgehammer. TEN FUCKING YEARS! When he was drowning in debt, I sold every piece of Mom's jewel...