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 leaned back in my chair, staring at my laptop screen without really seeing what was on it.


I'd been like that for over an hour, but the only thing on my mind was her. Even eight months after she left, I was still stuck on Harper.


My heart still ached for her. My body wanted her. My thoughts were filled with her. I could barely sleep at night without seeing her face. Her smile. The warmth in those expressive hazel eyes.


I had pushed away the one person who ever truly cared about me. The one who made sure I was safe. The one who would go the extra mile without hesitation.


The only woman who had ever taken hold of my heart, even in her absence.


I swallowed hard, gripping my tie as it suddenly felt too tight around my neck. These feelings… were they love? Lust?


For eight months, I'd been celibate. Even with William constantly trying to get me to forget her, to sleep with someone else, I just couldn't bring myself to do it.


Chapter 192 - The enemy