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Once known as the naive and kind-hearted Ava Montague, she was betrayed, framed, and left to die by the very people she trusted most—her fiancé, best friend, and stepmother. But death did not claim her. Instead, a mysterious organization saved her and gave her a new identity: "The Vixen."
With a new face, a new name, and a burning desire for revenge, she returns as Celeste Vauxhall, a woman who plays by no rules but her own. She is no longer the weak, innocent girl she once was—she is now a master manipulator, using charm, intelligence, and deception to dismantle those who wronged her.
But revenge is a double-edged sword. As she gets closer to her targets, she finds herself entangled in a dangerous game of power, love, and deception. And when a mysterious billionaire with secrets of his own enters her life, the lines between vengeance and passion blur. Will she succeed in her mission, or will she lose herself in the very darkness she sought to control?

The Vixen

Kai was silent as we left the ballroom, the cool night air wrapping around us like a second skin.

I exhaled slowly, the rush of the evening still burning through my veins. Liam, Serena, Damien—pieces of a puzzle I was carefully rearranging.

"Damien is dangerous," Kai finally said.

He scoffed but didn't argue. Instead, he held out his hand, and I slipped mine into his without thinking. Just for a second. Just until the adrenaline settled.

I pulled it from my clutch, expecting a meaningless social update or a message from one of my planted contacts.

Unknown Number: Room 717. 10 minutes.

Kai leaned over my shoulder, reading it before I could shield the screen. "And here I thought I was the only man stealing your attention tonight."

I rolled my eyes. "You're the only one who's earned it. This? This is just business."

He arched a brow but didn't press. He knew better.

Ten minutes later, I was in the elevator, watching the numbers climb.

Damien Laurent was waiting when I entered the dimly lit hotel suite.

He was lounging in an armchair near the window, a glass of dark whiskey in hand, looking every bit the predator he was.

I closed the door behind me with a soft click. "And I knew you'd be insufferable."

He laughed, the sound rich with amusement. "You intrigue me, Celeste. Not many people do."

"Lucky me," I deadpanned, stepping further inside. "You called me here for a reason. Get to it."

Damien swirled his drink, watching the liquid catch the light before looking at me.

"I don't believe in coincidences," he said. "You show up out of nowhere, and suddenly Liam is looking at you like he's seen a ghost? Serena is ready to claw your eyes out, and even Kai seems... invested." He smirked. "So tell me, Celeste—who are you, really?"

I took a slow step forward, placing my hands on the table between us.

"I'm the woman who's going to ruin them," I said softly.

For the first time, Damien looked genuinely surprised. Then, his lips curled into something dark and knowing.

"Interesting," he murmured, setting his glass down. "Tell me more."

Chapter 12: The Devil’s Offer