Shantel Hale has spent her life trying to live above the dark shadows her mother’s reputation cast over her. 

She has seen powerful men fall at Jessica Hale’s feet— the infamous seductress popularly termed the modern day ‘Jezebel’ only to be left ruined afterwards.

But unlike her sisters, who embraced their mother’s legacy to build fortunes and secure influential husbands, Shantel, the seventh and youngest daughter of Jessica Hale, had carved her own path in secret, gathering several awesome identities for herself. 

One of them was the elusive Elsa—an influential force in the corporate world, sought after by the most powerful executives. Invincible CEOs vie for her counsel, but she has consistently refused to step into the limelight while offering her services.

Meanwhile, in a desperate bid to salvage his company that was crumbling after a scandal, Richard Domango turns to Elsa, convinced that she is the only one who can save him.

Seeing that Richard had played right into her hands, Shantel will stop at nothing to demand for her pound of flesh from Richard for humiliating her in the past.

But neither is ready for the sparks that begins to fly between them, especially Richard after finding out that his saviour, whom he fell helplessly for at first sight, is none other than Shantel Hale— ‘the seventh daughter of Jezebel’ and the very woman he’d felt nothing but blatant disdain for all his life. 

Will they allow their past to chart a vengeful path for them, or give in to the all consuming attraction   growing between them in leaps and bounds by the day?

Her heart stuttered. "Are you threatening me?"


He leaned forward and said slowly. "Call it… strategic collaboration."


"So are you," Dominic replied softly. "And lucky for you—I'm very good at games."


She exhaled slowly, fighting the urge to throw her drink at him.


This man… was trouble. The worst kind. And somehow, she had just stepped into his arena. She wondered how long he was planning to toil with her. 


But wait, she was Shantel Hale. She has never been at anyone's mercy—Except for one person of course. 


Well, two can play. "Game on," she said and without waiting for whatever he still had to say, she stood and left the table.


Just as she reached the door, her forehead creased in a frown. "Is that who I think it is?" she wondered aloud and hurried after the figure that seemed to have disappeared like smoke. 


Chapter 195 - What A Coincidence