My engagement ended in humiliation.
One moment, I was the bride-to-be. Next, my fiancé was slipping a ring onto another woman’s finger—nope, not just anyone, my half-sister!

And the whole city watched. So I did the unthinkable. I kissed the one man I was never supposed to touch—his aloof, very hot, useless uncle. Dominic Fletcher.

It was supposed to be revenge. A scandal to wipe away my shame.
Until he stole my bra and with it, my senses… and my already fragile heart.

“Give it back!” I demanded, reaching for my bra, but he only lifted it higher.

“I’ll keep this as a memento, Kitten,” he murmured, eyes dark, voice dangerously seductive.

But Dominic Fletcher was far from useless. Behind the nonchalant façade was a ruthless power only I had glimpsed.

And now, he wants to help me take my revenge—
“Marry me, sweetness,” Dominic rasped, gaze sharp as steel. “I’ll make everyone who offended you a foot mat. What do you say?”

How could I say no?

I’d do anything to make that worthless, piece-of-shit scumbag ex lose sleep for the rest of his life and become his worst nightmare.

So I said yes—to his uncle.
I became his aunt-in-law.

Then I returned, victorious and unbroken. My family pleaded for me to forgive them. My ex-fiancé fell to his knees, clutching my hand.

“Let’s start again, Harper,” he begged. “You’re the only one I cherish...”

The files are attached. This is the full research outline for Phase II testing. Make sure the payment comes through by tomorrow. I can't risk anyone finding out I copied these before they revoked my access.


Attachment: Helixbio_Lysara_Data_PhaseII.docx


—From: liaison.syncore@protonmail.com


Subject: Re: Re: You still want the data?


Got it. We'll wire the rest after we receive batch two. Just follow the schedule.


The money arrived. I'll send the remaining files next week. After that, we're done — I can't keep risking myself for SynCore.


Chapter 93 - Happy thanksgiving