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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

You'd think exposing a monster would bring relief.But all I felt was the tension in my bones tightening like a spring.

Because Vale wasn't the type to go down quietly.

It started with silence. No press statements, no threats, no retaliatory moves. Just quiet.Too quiet.

Liam and I knew better than to celebrate. We were staying on the move—one burner phone, two aliases, and zero trust.

"It's not like him to stay silent," Liam said as we drove through the back streets of the city. "He should be roaring right now. Breaking things. Sending people."

"Exactly," I muttered. "He's planning something."

Because when we pulled into the garage of our safe house, the door was already open.

Wide. Inviting. Like a smile with too many teeth.

Liam threw the car into park. "Stay here."

We moved in tandem—silent, sharp, trained. The kind of choreography that came from surviving too much together.

The inside of the safe house was untouched. No broken glass. No forced entry.But on the table in the center of the room, sat a box.Wrapped in red velvet, tied with a black ribbon.

"Is it weird that this looks like a Valentine's gift from Satan?" I muttered.

He didn't smile. Just walked over and opened it carefully.

Inside was a phone.One single burner phone. Already lit up with a message.

"Miss me yet?" – V

He knew where we were. He was watching. He was toying with us.

And then it buzzed again. A new message.

"You took your shot, darling. Now it's my turn."

We barely had time to process before Liam's phone lit up—video footage.

It was a live stream. Of my old apartment.And it was burning.

"He's sending a message," Liam said grimly.

"Yeah," I whispered. "Well, here's mine: I'm not running anymore."

If Vale wanted a war…He just got one.

Chapter 51: The Fire Fights Back