Russian heiress Tatiana Rostova thought that her 'happily ever after' would be with her beloved fiance. However, the people she cared about most betrayed her and left her dying. Saved by a handsome Italian duke, a plan of revenge blooms. ******* Tatiana Rostova took upon herself to seek revenge on the two people she loved the most after their betrayal left her half-dead, even if it meant she had to sell herself to the devil-especially since the devil is in the form of the handsome six-foot-two, silver-eyed Italian duke named Lucca Cavelli. This wallflower vowed to take everything that is rightfully hers. But in the process of her revenge, will she be willing to risk her heart again? Cover designed by Ren Tachibana

Sequel to Billionnaire's Ex Wife!! "I'm closer than you think. 25 years. You took 25 years of my life and locked me up like an animal. The day I'll live you in peace is the day I die. The day you stop hearing about me is the day I go six feet under. It's now about family business anymore. It's about destroying every last one of you. Until you lose everything. Until you all disappear. Then I will be satisfied. You thought this was over. It was just a 25 years break. I have nothing to lose, but you all do. Now it begins." The note said. "It's obviously him. What do we do with this clown?" "Nothing. Let him come to us. Let's keep this between the three of us, for now. Don't even tell Victoria, Jason."

"One, call me Emilia. Nothing else. Two, my bed is my bed. Not yours. And, three, remember I am the one in control." His grip around me tightened and pulled me closer in one fluid movement, pressing my chest roughly against his. Who does he think he is? This is a waltz. Not a tango. "And what if I were to break those rules?" he asked, the corner of his lip twisting into a smirk. It was that very look that makes me want to shove him right up against a wall. Hard. "If you were smart," I said, fluttering my eyelashes innocently to look up at him, "you wouldn't test me." "I have to warn you, Miss Sinclair," he replied in a lower, huskier tone, "I can be stupid when it comes to a beautiful woman." Before my lips could even part to gasp, he leaned into me and pressed his cheek against mine, his hot breath brushing against my bare neck as he whispered, "And I'm definitely not scared of you." Just as he pulled away, I dug my fingernails into his shoulder and pulled him back into me. "Oh," I whispered back into his ear, "but you should be."