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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

I walked out of Vale's office like nothing had happened—like I hadn't just uncovered that I was the twisted centerpiece of a sick experiment.

My heels clicked down the hallway, spine straight, head high, but inside… my thoughts were unraveling like a thread caught on a nail.

I wasn't even a person to him. I was data. A profile. A weapon he molded to test loyalty, control, seduction.

He created a vixen—and now he was about to meet his monster.

The elevator doors slid open. Liam was waiting. Back pressed against the far wall, arms crossed, that smirk on his face like he knew I had a bomb in my pocket and a war in my eyes.

"You get what we need?" he asked, straight to business.

I didn't speak until the doors slid shut and we were alone. Then I reached into my coat and dropped the flash drive into his palm.

"Everything," I said. "But we've got a bigger problem."

Liam raised a brow, curious. I could see the shift in his expression the moment he read the label etched on the side:Project VIXEN.

"What the hell is this?" he muttered.

I leaned back against the mirrored wall and stared at my reflection like it was someone I barely recognized.

"Surveillance. Behavioral testing. Control mechanisms. He wasn't just using me—he was studying me."

Liam's jaw clenched. For once, he didn't have a comeback. That alone told me how deep this ran.

"I was the blueprint," I whispered. "Which means there could be more. More girls. More versions of me out there, living a lie and not even knowing it."

The elevator dinged. Ground floor.

Liam pocketed the flash drive and stepped in front of me, voice low. "Then we end this. For good."

I nodded, heart pounding. "We release everything. Publicly. Take down his network, his reputation—his empire."

"It won't be enough to ruin him," Liam said as we stepped out into the cool night air. "He's too slippery."

I turned to him, eyes sharp. "Then we don't ruin him.""We bury him."

And this time, I'd be the one digging the grave.

Chapter 49: One Step Ahead