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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 moon was high and full—like fate itself wanted to witness the carnage.And I? I was dressed in black from head to toe, a knife strapped to my thigh, and fire in my blood.

This was the night I'd waited for.No more running.No more hiding.We were coming for Vale.

Liam pulled the SUV to a stop just outside the wooded perimeter of Vale's private estate. Armed guards patrolled the walls, motion sensors glowed faintly in the grass, and the whole place reeked of paranoia wrapped in luxury.

I stepped out and adjusted my earpiece.

"Final check-in?" Liam asked.

"Team Alpha is in position at the west wall," came the voice of Karla—Liam's underground contact and one of the few people I could actually stand.

"Beta team ready with the jammer," another voice crackled in.

"Signal scrambler on standby," Liam said, glancing at me. "You sure about this?"

I smiled. A real one. Razor-sharp and dangerous. "He started this game. I'm just making sure I finish it."

We moved in silence, slipping through the trees like shadows. I knew this terrain. Vale had brought me here once—when he still pretended I was someone he loved. Sick, twisted, delusional man.

A guard rounded the corner.I struck fast.One stab to the side. One whisper in his ear: "Compliments of the Vixen."

"You're enjoying this," Liam murmured through the comms.

"I'm not even warmed up," I replied.

By the time we breached the main compound, chaos had erupted on the east side. A diversion. Explosions, screams, panic. Everything timed to perfection.

Inside, I slipped through the halls like smoke. I knew the layout. I knew his habits.

And there he was—Damien Vale, looking like the devil on casual Friday. Calm. Arrogant. Holding a glass of scotch like he hadn't just murdered my past and tried to set fire to my future.

"Celeste," he said, smiling. "Right on time."

"Say your last words, Vale."

But he only chuckled and tapped the desk.

A screen blinked to life behind him.

And on it—VIXEN 02.

Vale tilted his head. "Kill me, and she dies."

He grinned wider. "Your move, sweetheart."

Chapter 53: Operation Vengeance