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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

The weight of Nicholas Vale's offer lingered long after he walked away.

I sat there, staring at the half-empty glass he'd left behind, my mind spinning.

Work for him instead.

It wasn't just an invitation—it was a challenge. A test to see if I was willing to betray Liam Kingston.

Liam had pulled me into this mess without so much as a warning. He hadn't trusted me with the full picture. And now I was sitting across from a man who was offering me something different. A choice.

Or at least, that's what he wanted me to think.

I pushed back from the table, forcing my body to move before my thoughts drowned me.

The moment I stepped outside the Cobalt Club, the night air hit me like a slap. It was thick with the scent of rain, the streets slick from an earlier storm.

I was about to call a cab when a familiar black car pulled up to the curb.

The back window rolled down, and there he was.

His expression was unreadable, but the tension in his shoulders? That spoke volumes.

I hesitated. Just for a second. And he noticed.

"Celeste." His voice was calm, but I wasn't stupid enough to miss the warning underneath. "Now."

I swallowed hard and slid into the car. The door shut behind me with a quiet click, locking me in.

Liam didn't look at me right away. Instead, he reached for a cigarette, lighting it with slow, practiced ease. The glow of the flame flickered against his face, sharpening the hard angles of his jaw.

"So," he finally said, exhaling smoke. "Want to tell me why you were meeting with Nicholas Vale?"

I didn't flinch. "I was doing my job."

"Your job?" He let out a low, humorless chuckle. "And what exactly did he offer you?"

Because Liam knew.

The way he said it, the way his eyes stayed locked on mine—it wasn't a guess.

He knew Nicholas had tried to turn me.

And now, I was trapped between two devils, both waiting to see which one I'd choose.

Chapter 37: Between Two Devils