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When Yasmin Conrad was just a kid, she watched her mom get torn apart by vicious dogs because she swept some cherry blossoms wrong. The person who ordered it was Elsie Hudson, who was about to become the Queen.Elsie wasn't satisfied with just one murder; she wanted Yasmin dead too. Right before the wolves could get her, some mystery person saved her and made a deal: learn how to seduce powerful men, get into the palace, and take down the woman who ruined everything. Now Yasmin's ready to use every trick in the book to destroy Elsie, because some things can only be settled with blood.

When Yasmin Conrad was just a kid, she watched her mom get torn apart by vicious dogs because she swept some cherry blossoms wrong. The person who ordered it was Elsie Hudson, who was about to become the Queen.Elsie wasn't satisfied with just one murder; she wanted Yasmin dead too. Right before the wolves could get her, some mystery person saved her and made a deal: learn how to seduce powerful men, get into the palace, and take down the woman who ruined everything. Now Yasmin's ready to use every trick in the book to destroy Elsie, because some things can only be settled with blood.

Vincenzo Moretti was Stonehaven’s youngest financial titan— a tech mogul commanding a multibillion-dollar empire, gracing the covers of business magazines as a modern legend. But only a select few knew the truth: he was also the ruthless Don controlling the East Coast mafia. To him, wealth and power were mere chips in a game. And I? I was just another pawn used to stabilize a fragile family alliance. In our ten-year marriage, he slept with my friends, my coworkers… every single person I once trusted. Then one morning, as I took our one-month-old baby for a routine checkup, Sienna Newton, his latest mistress, ran me down with her car. The baby screamed endlessly. I begged her to take us to the hospital, and when Vincenzo arrived, he looked at me with cold disdain. “Isabella,” he sneered, “when did you learn to stage accidents? “Even if you died here, I wouldn’t bat an eye.” Then he took Sienna’s hand and walked away without a backward glance. By the time I was rushed to the hospital, the child in my arms had suffocated. Upon hearing the news, my mother suffered a heart attack. She didn’t survive. I slipped into a coma for two days. When I finally woke up, I found out that Vincenzo never visited. Instead, his father, Renato Moretti, the true king of the Moretti empire, stood by my bedside. I looked at him calmly and said, “Let me go. Whatever I owed your family, I’ve repaid in full with two lives.” Later, that same Don who had once looked down on me knelt before me, begging me to come home. But I was no longer the woman who waited, silent and broken, for his change of heart. I was the Don’s wife who turned away and never looked back.