Scarlett returns from the dead—not as the woman her family framed and imprisoned, but as a legendary military commander feared across the world. When the ex-husband who stole her child demands a divorce, he has no idea he’s awakened the vengeance of the woman he destroyed. But one question still haunts her: did her baby really die?
Shock turned to anger almost instantly. “What is wrong with you?!” she snapped. “You’re insane! You should’ve stayed in prison!” Scarlett didn’t react. “Whether I belong there isn’t your concern,” she said evenly. Her gaze sharpened. “I broke his legs because he broke my brother’s.” A beat. “You knew that.” Brielle didn’t hesitate. “He deserved…
People did. Howard looked at her for a moment, something like respect settling deeper in his chest. This-this was why they followed her. Without hesitation. Without doubt. “Alright,” he said quietly. “I’ll take care of it.” “Damn it-damn it!” Colin slammed his fist against the hospital bed, face twisted in rage. He’d grown up getting…
“I understand.” The next day- Scarlett checked the time. Dr. Nyx should be landing any minute. “Howard, stay here. I’m heading to the airport to pick him up.” “I can drive you,” Howard offered immediately. Scarlett shook her head as she opened the car door. “I beat up Colin yesterday. He’s not the type to…
Still there. His brows pulled together. How? “I can’t shake her,” he said. Theron opened his eyes and glanced back. The Jeep. Something about it looked familiar. Then it clicked. The girl from yesterday. Same car. “Lose her.” “Got it.” Rhys pushed the car harder, speed climbing fast- And then- BAM. The impact hit out…
What the hell was she? More guards rushed out from inside. Scarlett didn’t slow down. She pushed straight through them, unstoppable-every movement efficient, controlled, overwhelming. Like walking through air. Upstairs- Dr. Nyx had just been shoved into the VIP room. He spun around immediately, glaring at Theron. “You’ve got some nerve,” he snapped. “Fine-keep pushing.…
Scarlett stepped up to the bed and pressed her hand lightly to Theo’s forehead. Her expression changed instantly. Too hot. Even worse than yesterday. She turned to Theron. “Has his fever not gone down at all?” Theron’s jaw tightened. He shook his head. “No. That’s why I had him brought here like this.” His voice…
Theron noticed the anger in her eyes. The outrage. The grief. It was clear she truly cared about Theo. And in that moment, the last trace of doubt disappeared. Whatever resemblance there was, Scarlett couldn’t be his biological mother. If she were, she wouldn’t look at him like that-with such raw, unguarded protectiveness. “I haven’t…
Honestly, they had it coming. That many trained men, and not one of them could stop her? Embarrassing. If anything, it only made Scarlett more dangerous. Then Theron spoke again. “Get antiseptic. Bandages.” Rhys frowned. “You hurt?” “Just go.” “Right.” When Rhys came back, Scarlett was stepping out of the room. “He’s asleep,” she said.…
His life was worth more. Glancing at the unconscious guards scattered across the ground, Rhys suddenly realized something. So that’s why his boss had been sending them to that freezing training ground… Not for training. But because Scarlett had gotten a tiny cut on her hand. And honestly? That cut probably had nothing to do…
“That has nothing to do with me. When your father and I divorced, you stayed with him. I sent money. I fulfilled my duties.” No guilt. Only pride. “As for them choosing to raise you – that was their decision. I never asked them to. For all I know, they only did it to benefit…