After a striking accident leaves her with memory loss, Charlotte Remington wakes up from her 6 month coma, still believing she's in a relationship with her ex-boyfriend. She quickly learns he's on the verge of entering a new relationship and has signed a multi-million dollar contract to play in the NFL. He's suddenly successful, wealthy, and living his dream. Charlotte watches from the sidelines, as another woman lives the life she once thought she would have for herself. Out of desperation, she begins to plan vengeance against him and her, with hopes to correct things to how they should be.

Christopher Maurice Brown had everything: money, intellect, legacy. As first heir to the infamous Brown dynasty, power wasn't something he earned, it was his birthright. A master manipulator with a gift for reading people like books, he didn't just succeed in business-he dominated it. But behind every deal, every smile, every carefully curated façade, there was only one thought that truly consumed him: his wife Mea. She was never just a lover. She was the obsession. His axis. His mirror. At first, she adored him, drawn in by his brilliance and charm. But affection turned to suspicion, and suspicion turned to horror as she unraveled the truth: a labyrinth of lies, surveillance, and a string of sidechicks and homewreckers. She tried to leave. He didn't let her. He followed her. Called at 3:00 a.m. Left gifts in locked apartments. Whispered her name through the walls. He called it love. The police called it predatory psychosis. And when the line finally snapped, it was Mea herself, armed with his own psychological tricks, who testified against him in court and had him committed to a high-security psychiatric asylum. Everyone thought that was the end of him. They were wrong. He escaped. Two months later, Mea lives in a new city under a new identity, Victoria Rosewood, her past buried, her trauma stitched together with therapy and distance. But he never stopped watching. Never stopped planning. Never stopped loving her in the way only a man obsessed can. Now he's back. And this time, it's not about getting her back. It's about making her feel everything he felt. The betrayal. The rejection. The humiliation. He doesn't want her love-he wants her shattered. Isolated. Hollowed out. A shell, just like he became without her. In his twisted world, this isn't revenge. It's balance. Because in Chris's mind, she didn't leave-she dismantled him. And in the Brown dynasty, ruin isn't mourned. It's repaid. In full. And without mercy.

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First time we fucked, we ain't really plan it.. But now I'll be making love to you through him...

He leaned back, looking at her face again before his fingers slid under her chin, lifting it so she had no choice but to meet his eyes. "You love me." He said, shaking his head in mock sympathy. "& that's the most reckless thing you could've ever done." His grip tightened slightly under her jaw, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to remind her that he could. His thumb grazed her jaw, slower this time, respectful. "Love doesn't make me weak, baby. It makes me more dangerous. Because I love you back, meaning I now have something to lose." He leaned in until his lips hovered just above hers, their breath mingling. "& I don't like that. Not having shit to lose is what kept me untouchable, now I got a weakness & now we gotta die holding hands because you ain't doing this shit without me & I ain't doing it without you. So, Naytiri, you sure you wanna bleed for me?"