I was his secret weapon. Now, I'm his worst nightmare.
JADE I spent three years building an empire for a man who looked through me. My ex-fiancé, Julian, didn't just break my heart; he stole my blueprints and rebranded my soul. He thought because I was small—because I didn't fit the "curvy bombshell" mold of the women he usually paraded around—that I wouldn't fight back.
He was wrong.
Now, I have a new partner. Marcus Thorne. The man Julian fears most. Marcus doesn't want a trophy; he wants a shark. He looks at my flat chest and sharp mind and see a queen ready for a throne. The plan is simple: take back my projects and watch Julian's world burn. The only problem? Marcus's touch feels less like business and more like a hostile takeover.
MARCUS Julian is a fool. He had a diamond and treated her like glass.
I didn't offer Jade a seat at my table just to settle an old score. I did it because she's the most brilliant architect I've ever seen. I don't care about the curves the world says a woman "needs." When Jade walks into a boardroom, the air thins. When she looks at me with those defiant eyes, I'm the one who loses control.
I'm giving her the revenge she craves. But by the time this is over, she won't just have her company back. She'll have my name.
