How to Kill a Love Story

They took my family, my freedom, and my future.

Six years ago, I became the easiest story to sell.

By the time the verdict was read, the truth had already been buried beside the people I loved, and I was sentenced for crimes that never belonged to me.

Prison didn't break me.

It refined me.

It taught me patience, discipline, and that the people who think they've won are usually the least prepared to lose.

Now I'm free, but the people responsible didn't spend six years standing still.

My husband is still celebrated.

The woman who helped him betray me still sleeps peacefully every night in my family's home.

The rest of the world still believes the Briars ended with me.

They never accounted for, Onyx Alastor.

My first love.

The one wound time never quite closed.

The boy I walked away from became the man they should've feared, and now he's offering to turn everything he's built against the people who destroyed my family.

All he wants in return...is another chance.

I don't owe him one.

I don't want him back. He's an ex for a reason.

But I need the empire he built and will take great pleasure in using what he's become.

I didn't survive six years behind bars just for revenge.
I survived because someone had to finish what they started.

They wrote my family's ending.

Now I get to write theirs.