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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

Vale thought he had me wrapped around his finger.Too bad I'd already bitten it.

He left me alone in his office "to rest." Probably thought I was too shaken to do anything but cry in a corner. Cute. Really.

The moment the door clicked shut, I dropped the act like a coat that didn't fit anymore.

Pulled the flash drive from my pocket and crossed to his desk, fingers flying over the security-locked keyboard like I hadn't spent the past year quietly studying his digital habits. Vale was meticulous. Obsessive. But not perfect.

I found the access port and slipped the drive in.

One click. Two seconds.The screen flickered. The download began.

Encrypted files, names, bank accounts, offshore deals, blackmail folders, hit lists—he kept everything.

But the thing about digging into a villain's closet?Sometimes you find bones you weren't ready for.

A folder blinked on the screen: "Project VIXEN."

It was me.Photos. Video clips. Transcripts of calls. Surveillance logs.Every move I made for the past three years—watched, recorded, dissected.

Vale didn't just use me.He created me.

I wasn't just a pawn.I was a test run. A prototype for manipulation.

Suddenly, this wasn't just revenge.It was justice.

I yanked the drive free just as the door creaked open.

Vale walked back in, carrying a glass of wine like he didn't just shatter the last ounce of my identity.

"Feeling better?" he asked, smiling.

I turned, smile painted on. "Much."

My fingers curled around the flash drive in my pocket.I wasn't just going to expose him.

I was going to end him.

Chapter 48: Plug It In, Burn It Down