SYNOPSIS They thought breaking her would destroy her. They were wrong. It made her dangerous. For five years, Mona Smith endured humiliation as Samuel Caldwell's wife. Despite her efforts, his family never accepted her. Until one night changed everything. "Get out," Emily Caldwell said, red wine dripping from Mona's dress. "You were never one of us." Accused of theft and abandoned by her husband, Mona was cast out with nothing. But the Caldwells made one mistake: they let her live. When Alexander Kane, the world's youngest trillionaire, offers a deal, marry him for the power to destroy those who ruined her, Mona accepts. Revenge becomes her purpose as she enters Alexander's ruthless world. But as she rises, she discovers his secrets and plans far more dangerous than she imagined. This isn't just about revenge anymore. It's about power, justice, and truths that could destroy them both. In a world where every smile hides a knife, Mona must decide: Will she burn her enemies to the ground, or lose herself in Alexander's dangerous game? Because the most dangerous person isn't the one with power, it's the one with nothing left to lose. And Mona Smith has everything to prove. *** ** "You wanted me broken?" Mona whispers, sliding on a diamond ring worth more than the Caldwells' fortune. "Now watch me tear your perfect world apart."
View MoreChapter 12The nightmare always started the same way."Look at her, trying so hard to belong," Emily's voice echoed through the grand ballroom. "Like a monkey in designer clothes."In her dream, Mona stood frozen as the crowd closed in around her. Their faces twisted with cruel amusement, champagne glasses raised in mocking toasts."Did you really think Samuel loved you?" Lora's laugh cut like glass. "You were just a convenient stepping stone."The red wine felt hot against her skin as it soaked through her expensive dress. But this time, in the nightmare, it wasn't wine at all. It was blood. Her blood. Their cruelty made physical."Garbage belongs in the gutter," Emily's voice again, closer now. Hands grabbed at Mona's clothes, tearing, ripping away her dignity piece by piece."Please," dream Mona whispered. "Please stop."But they never stopped. The laughter grew louder. The hands grew rougher. Samuel stood watching, his arm around Lora, not even seeing her anymore."Time to take ou
Chapter 11The study was dark except for a single lamp, its warm glow barely reaching the corners of the massive room. Alexander Kane stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, an untouched glass of thirty-year-old whiskey in his hand. Outside, his vast estate stretched into shadows, but his eyes fixed on the old oak tree silhouetted against the setting sun.Twenty years. The weight of those years suddenly felt heavy on his shoulders.With movements that seemed almost reluctant, he moved to his desk and opened the bottom drawer, the one he never let anyone else touch. Inside lay a battered tin box, its blue paint chipped and faded. His hands trembled slightly as he lifted it out.The first photo hit him like a physical blow. A dark-haired boy grinning proudly next to a half-built treehouse, his clothes clearly secondhand but his smile bright enough to light up the world. His father's handwriting on the back: "James Jr - Summer, 2004. Dreams under construction."Dreams. He almost laughed a
Chapter 10Alexander's study was dark except for the massive screen on the wall. Mona sat rigid in her leather chair, watching the video his butler had recorded at Samuel and Lora's engagement party. Her hands gripped the armrests so hard her knuckles turned white."Look at her trying to use the right fork!" Emily's voice rang through the surround sound speakers. "Like a monkey at tea time!"Laughter echoed through the room. On screen, the Caldwells and their guests were enjoying their champagne and cruelty in equal measure."Tell them about the necklace," Emily urged Lora. The camera zoomed in on her triumphant face."Oh yes!" Lora's laugh cut like glass. "That tacky little key pendant she always wore. Called it her father's last gift or something equally melodramatic. I told her I might wear it at the wedding, you know, something borrowed?"More laughter. More mockery. More pain.Mona's chest felt too tight. She could barely breathe as she watched these people, people who had preten
Chapter 9The Caldwell mansion blazed with light, crystal chandeliers casting their glow over the gathered elite of society. Emily had outdone herself for Samuel and Lora's engagement party, with ice sculptures, champagne fountains, and enough flowers to fill a greenhouse."To the perfect couple!" Emily raised her glass, standing on the grand staircase. Her designer dress caught the light as she turned to address the crowd. "Finally, my son has found the woman he truly deserves."The assembled guests cheered. Lora stood beside Samuel, radiant in a white designer gown. Her eight-carat engagement ring sparkled as she raised her hand to show it off."I still can't believe he wasted five years with that other one," Sarah, Samuel's sister, said loudly to her friends. "What was her name again? Mona something?""Does it matter?" Emily's laugh was sharp as glass. "She was nothing but a gold-digger who thought she could social climb her way into our world."More laughter rippled through the cr
Chapter 8 The first thing Mona noticed was the silk sheets. After weeks of shelter cots and park benches, the feeling was so foreign it jolted her awake. She lay there, disoriented, staring up at a hand-painted ceiling that probably cost more than most houses. This wasn't the shelter. This wasn't even the Caldwell mansion. Memories of the bridge came rushing back - the fall, the hand catching her, that calm voice in the darkness. She sat up quickly, making her head spin. The bedroom was massive, easily three times the size of her shelter dorm. Moonlight streamed through floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating furniture that looked like it belonged in a museum. Even in the dim light, she could tell everything was authentic. Old money. Real power. A fresh change of clothes lay neatly folded on a nearby chair, silk pajamas that probably cost more than her entire wardrobe at the shelter. Her father's necklace sat beside them, cleaned and polished until it shone like new. "You're awak
Chapter 7 After Lora left, Mona sat on that park bench for hours, staring at nothing. The night grew colder, but she barely felt it. What was cold compared to the emptiness inside her? She pulled the necklace from the trash, her father's last gift now dirty and tangled. Like her. Like everything in her life. "I'm sorry, Dad," she whispered, clutching the key pendant. "I'm so sorry. I failed you." Failed everyone, really. Failed at being a Caldwell. Failed at keeping Samuel's love. Failed at basic survival. The shelter would be full by now. Not that it mattered. She couldn't face Rose's kindness tonight. Couldn't bear to see pity in anyone's eyes. She walked instead, letting her feet carry her wherever they wanted. Past the diner where she'd been rejected. Past the bookstore Emily had bought just to spite her. Past all the places that marked her descent from wife to nothing. The city lights blurred through her tears. When had she started crying again? She couldn't remember the l
Chapter 6 Mona was sorting papers in the old man's office when she saw it. The morning newspaper, casually tossed on his desk. Her hands started shaking before she even picked it up. The society pages. A full-color photo of Samuel and Lora at some charity gala. His arm around her waist, both of them glowing with happiness. Samuel's smile, that same smile he'd once reserved for her, beamed at the camera. Lora looked radiant in a designer gown, her perfectly manicured hand resting on Samuel's chest, diamond ring prominently displayed. "CALDWELL HEIR TO WED BENNETT HEIRESS LORA BENNETT" Three weeks. It had only been three weeks since they'd thrown her out into the rain. "In a romantic twist worthy of a fairy tale, Samuel Caldwell, heir to the Caldwell fortune, announced his engagement to longtime family friend Lora Bennett. The couple, who reconnected after Caldwell's separation from his previous wife, plans a spring wedding..." Previous wife. Like she was just a footnote. A mistak
Chapter 5The women's shelter smelled of bleach and sadness. Mona stood in line, arms wrapped around herself, still wearing her ruined designer dress."Name?" The intake worker barely looked up from her computer."Mona... Lowes," she said, stopping herself from using her real name. Emily had connections everywhere."First time homeless?"Homeless. The word hit Mona like a physical blow. Yesterday she'd lived in a mansion."Take a shower token. Clean clothes are in the bin. No designer stuff allowed here, attracts the wrong attention."The shower room was basic, cracked tiles, rusty pipes. She peeled off her ruined dress. Five thousand dollars, that dress had cost. Now it was garbage.The donated clothes were old but clean: faded jeans, a stretched-out t-shirt, worn sneakers. Everything slightly too big, making her feel smaller."Bed 47," the worker told her. "Lights out at 10. No exceptions."The dormitory was crowded, filled with coughing and quiet crying. Women of all ages lay on na
Chapter 4The Caldwell mansion blazed with light, music and laughter spilling from every window. Inside, Emily's birthday party had transformed into something else entirely, a celebration of Mona's destruction."To getting rid of the trash!" Emily raised her crystal champagne flute, her face flushed with triumph. The crowd of society's elite echoed her toast, their laughter cruel and sharp.Samuel stood by the fireplace, his arm around Lora's waist. He hadn't even bothered to change his shirt, still stained with the wine they'd thrown at Mona."I can't believe you actually married her," one of his cousins said, shaking his head. "What a waste of five years."Samuel laughed, pulling Lora closer. "Had to be done. We needed access to her father's company, didn't we? Besides," he kissed Lora's cheek, "I had something better waiting."Lora preened under his attention. She was everything Mona wasn't, tall, confident, from the right social circle. She belonged in this world of wealth and pri
Chapter 1Mona stood in the corner of the grand ballroom, her presence barely acknowledged by the people around her. It was Emily Caldwell’s birthday party, a celebration that should have felt full of warmth, but instead felt like a performance one in which Mona was the unwanted actress. Samuel’s family, his friends, all of them pretended she wasn’t there, or worse, treated her like an inconvenience.The soft murmur of conversation filled the room, interrupted by the occasional laugh or clink of glasses. The night should have been filled with laughter, but every laugh, every comment that wasn’t directed at her, felt like a painful reminder of her place. The Caldwells didn’t even try to hide their disdain anymore. Mona wasn’t just the “lesser” daughter-in-law, she was the joke. A burden to their perfect, polished family.She shifted uncomfortably, adjusting the glass of champagne in her hand. The cold liquid felt insignificant, yet she needed something to hold onto something to ground ...
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