

Amelin gave everything to make her brothers famous. On her wedding day, they poisoned her, just to hand her wealthy fiancé over to her stepsister, Jessica.Reborn, Amelin sees them for who they are. She chooses to follow her mother into the Burke family—the Shipping Kings.Victor watches her like a hawk. Theo thinks she's fragile. Gideon calls her a social climber. Everyone waits for her to fail.But she saves Theo from an assassin, makes millions for the Burkes at the racetrack, and revives a dying radio station with her horror stories. When her own brothers beg for mercy, she turns away with a smirk: "I'll make you pay, for everything."

Three years ago, I drugged the mafia heir, Vincent. After that one wild night, he didn’t kill me. Instead, he had me until my legs went weak, gripping my waist and whispering the same word over and over: “Principessa.” Just as I was about to propose, his first love, Isabella, returned. To keep her happy, Vincent let a car hit me, had my mother’s heirlooms thrown to stray dogs, and sent me to prison… But when I was finally broken, flying to Boston to marry someone else, Vincent tore New York City apart to find me.

Beth Hart, a woman who sacrificed everything for her family, faces infidelity, manipulation, and societal judgment. With the help of Matthew, a young mysterious EF1 legend, she reclaims her power, dismantles her toxic marriage, and embarks on a journey of self-love and freedom.

My dad called me right after I got paid. He said my little brother needed money for school, Grandma had medical bills, and there was still the rent, water, and electricity. Then, at the end of the call, he admitted he’d lost money gambling. I sat in the security booth, rubbing my bad leg, completely lost for what to do. A car horn blared, and I quickly raised the security bar. Just one look and you could tell how expensive the car was. It belonged to the boss, who had a thing for amputees. Damn it.

My dad called me right after I got paid. He said my little brother needed money for school, Grandma had medical bills, and there was still the rent, water, and electricity. Then, at the end of the call, he admitted he’d lost money gambling. I sat in the security booth, rubbing my bad leg, completely lost for what to do. A car horn blared, and I quickly raised the security bar. Just one look and you could tell how expensive the car was. It belonged to the boss, who had a thing for amputees. Damn it.