Lily Monroe died with nothing left to her name.
The fortune her father built was gone, signed away one loving paper at a time. Her daughter was gone, taken by a hired driver on a wet road. And at the very end her fiancé, Trent Lockwood, fed her poison with the gentlest hands in the world while his bride, Sloane Kingston, watched from the foot of the bed, radiant in winter white.
She died knowing exactly what she had been worth to them.
Then she opened her eyes. Twenty one again. Her father not yet buried. Every signature unsigned, every mistake unmade, and four years of their secrets sitting in her memory like a loaded account.
This time, she does not wait to be kept. She marks two names at her father's funeral, and she circles a third. Matthew Kingston. The coldest, most powerful man on the coast. The one man her enemies cannot outbid, outcharm, or survive. And, sweetest of all, the man the whole city knows as Sloane Kingston's father. Sloane took her fianc''. Lily intends to take her father, and make him fall in love with her for real. He reads everyone in every room, so she buries her traps exactly one layer down, where only he will dig.
The seduction goes perfectly. He falls first. He falls hard.
The plan has only one flaw. Somewhere between his hands, his devotion, and the home he builds her with his own two hands, it stops being a plan.
She planned his fall down to the hour. She never once planned her own.
And the most dangerous thing on that coast was never his empire, or her list. It is what happens when the man who reads everything finds the one page she never meant him to see.
The fortune her father built was gone, signed away one loving paper at a time. Her daughter was gone, taken by a hired driver on a wet road. And at the very end her fiancé, Trent Lockwood, fed her poison with the gentlest hands in the world while his bride, Sloane Kingston, watched from the foot of the bed, radiant in winter white.
She died knowing exactly what she had been worth to them.
Then she opened her eyes. Twenty one again. Her father not yet buried. Every signature unsigned, every mistake unmade, and four years of their secrets sitting in her memory like a loaded account.
This time, she does not wait to be kept. She marks two names at her father's funeral, and she circles a third. Matthew Kingston. The coldest, most powerful man on the coast. The one man her enemies cannot outbid, outcharm, or survive. And, sweetest of all, the man the whole city knows as Sloane Kingston's father. Sloane took her fianc''. Lily intends to take her father, and make him fall in love with her for real. He reads everyone in every room, so she buries her traps exactly one layer down, where only he will dig.
The seduction goes perfectly. He falls first. He falls hard.
The plan has only one flaw. Somewhere between his hands, his devotion, and the home he builds her with his own two hands, it stops being a plan.
She planned his fall down to the hour. She never once planned her own.
And the most dangerous thing on that coast was never his empire, or her list. It is what happens when the man who reads everything finds the one page she never meant him to see.
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