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"I WILL MAKE THEM ALL REGRET THE DAY THEY MET ME! I WILL MAKE THEM WISH THEY WERE NEVER BORN! AND I WILL MAKE THEM HATE THE DAY THEY THOUGHT OF BETRAYING ME!"
"You will, Sweetie. And I'll help you with that..."
Those were the last words Avery  spoke and heard before passing out in her bloody red wedding gown, on the same day she was supposed to marry her boyfriend from senior high school.
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Avery McCallum, the sole heiress and president of the McCallum Group of Companies, had her whole family wiped out on her wedding day. Framed for her grandfather's murder and stripped of her position, Avery vows to take revenge on those who wronged her. But her powerless state seems to mock her determination.

Enter Archibald Donovan. She used to hate the devilishly hot and narcissistic chairman of the A² Corp who also happened to be her older brother's best friend, but when consumed with the need to take revenge, she begged him to marry her in return for fulfilling a long list of conditions. Archie agrees, and a month later, Avery re-emerges as Ava Donovan, a rising actress and the wife of the most powerful man in the country.

With her newfound status, Avery systematically destroys her adversaries, uncovering dark secrets and hidden agendas along the way. But as she navigates the treacherous landscape of her new life, she must confront the truth about her family's past and at the end of it all, come back to him.
She owed him after all...
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EXCERPT
Archie's eyes darkened when he saw her stumbling out of the wine cellar, a bottle of wine in one hand and her night robe, in the other. She was literally half naked.
"Hey..." her greeting came out in a slur, and that was all he needed to know she was drunk. Very drunk, at that.
"Why?" he asked simply, knowing she would interpret his question as she usually did.
"I...I visited them today. The flowers on their stones were already wilted and...and...it broke me. I wanted to be happy and at the same time, I wanted to cry," Avery replied, inhaling short wisps of air before she continued, "Then I found the cellar."
"Did it work?"
She shook her head slowly in reply, lifting her head up in time to see a mischievous smirk curl on his lips.
"Don't be sad, Baby girl. I happen to know a way to make you cry and keep you excited at the same time," he said.
"Really?"
"Wanna try it, Mama?"
Avery nodded, slowly but firmly as he closed the distance between them.
As he promised, she did cry...in pleasure. 

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Avery's Game Of Revenge

Bodies pressed against him from all sides, laughing, sweating, grinding, but Archie barely registered them. His focus was locked on the far corner of the bar, the spot he'd seen on the CCTV feed.

How the hell had she even gotten membership here? A place he had to bribe his way into.

The thought burned in his mind, but he shoved it aside. That was a question for later.

Shoving past a group of drunk patrons, his pulse spiked when he finally caught sight of the corner, and the empty stool where Avery had been when he first spotted her in the footage.

His gaze swept around the room, snapping to the side door just in time to see one of the men from the footage hauling her through it, her body limp in his grip.

Four Eyes.