What Adrian didn’t know was that I had stopped shedding tears for him a long, long time ago.

He looked at me and saw the quiet, compliant heiress he paraded around charity galas. He saw a trophy.

He had no idea I’d spent the last two years quietly building an arsenal.

But as I sat at the rehearsal dinner, nursing my bruised ribs, my phone buzzed in my clutch. It was a message from my private investigator. An encrypted file had just been intercepted from Vanessa’s personal server.

I opened the attachment under the table, and my blood ran ice cold.

If I don’t act tonight, I realized, staring at the glowing screen, Adrian isn’t just going to steal my family’s company. He’s planning to make sure my father doesn’t survive the year.