My engagement ended in humiliation.
One moment, I was the bride-to-be. Next, my fiancé was slipping a ring onto another woman’s finger—nope, not just anyone, my half-sister!

And the whole city watched. So I did the unthinkable. I kissed the one man I was never supposed to touch—his aloof, very hot, useless uncle. Dominic Fletcher.

It was supposed to be revenge. A scandal to wipe away my shame.
Until he stole my bra—and with it, my senses… and my already fragile heart.

“Give it back!” I demanded, reaching for my bra, but he only lifted it higher.

“I’ll keep this as a memento, Kitten,” he murmured, eyes dark, voice dangerously seductive.

But Dominic Fletcher was far from useless. Behind the nonchalant façade was a ruthless power only I had glimpsed.

And now, he wants to help me take my revenge—
“Marry me, sweetness,” Dominic rasped, gaze sharp as steel. “I’ll make everyone who offended you a foot mat. What do you say?”

How could I say no?

I’d do anything to make that worthless, piece-of-shit scumbag ex lose sleep for the rest of his life and become his worst nightmare.

So I said yes—to his uncle.
I became his aunt-in-law.

Then I returned, victorious and unbroken. My family pleaded for me to forgive them. My ex-fiancé fell to his knees, clutching my hand.

“Let’s start again, Harper,” he begged. “You’re the only one I cherish.”

I stared at him icily. “Excuse me, boy. Do I know you?”

Subject: Application Update – Research Analyst Position at NovaGen Pharmaceuticals


Thank you for your interest in joining NovaGen Pharmaceuticals and for taking the time to participate in our recruitment process.


After a careful review of your profile, we regret to inform you that we have decided to move forward with other candidates whose experience and background better align with our current organizational priorities.


While your qualifications are impressive, your expertise may be better suited to a different type of environment.


We wish you every success in your future career pursuits.


I slammed shut the laptop, falling back on the bed, my eyes flickering to the ceiling. It was my twentieth rejection for the day and the 197th rejection in the two days I'd been here. 	


Chapter 25 - Rejection and Acceptance