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“HOW COULD I STAY AWAY—WHEN EVERY NIGHT, I RELIVE THE HORRORS OF THIS HOUSE? MY MOTHER’S SCREAMS STILL ECHO IN MY HEAD, MERGING WITH MY OWN. OF COURSE I CAME BACK. I CAME TO TAKE BACK WHAT’S MINE—EVERY. LAST. THING. BUT LEAVING THEM PENNILESS? THAT WOULD BE KIND. I WANT THEM TO SUFFER—TO CRAWL, TO SCREAM, TO BEG FOR DEATH. AND WHEN THEY DO… DEATH WILL TURN ITS BACK. THIS ISN’T JUST REVENGE. THIS IS JUSTICE.
AND THAT’S WHY I’M BACK, TO SERVE THEM JUSTICE MYSELF.”

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“Marry me, and I’ll help you destroy your stepmother and her daughter—and take back your throne as the rightful heiress.”
He proposed to her on his wedding day.

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On the very day she lost her mother, Daisy Woods was thrown out of her father’s house—betrayed, humiliated, and stripped of her inheritance.
Her stepmother took it all.
Her stepsister got the company.
And her cheating ex? He’s now engaged to that same stepsister.

With nowhere to go, Daisy ends up as a personal assistant to a cold, ruthless billionaire. But fate twists sharply when his bride abandons him at the altar—and Daisy is the only one who can save face.

He needs a wife. She needs revenge.

They marry.
He makes a promise.
She makes a vow.

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IMMEDIATELY AFTER THE WEDDING:
“This marriage is a business deal. I’ll keep my word. But don’t expect anything more,” he said coldly.

A FEW MONTHS LATER:
“Darling, please come to bed,” he whispered, hugging her favorite pillow.

She smirked. “Who knew the office tyrant could turn into such a softie?”

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From substitute bride… to power couple.
From vengeance… to something much more dangerous—love.

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DAISY WOODS was never meant to fade quietly.
She was born to reclaim her legacy.
And maybe steal her husband’s heart along the way

MARRYING MY TYRANT BOSS : HE IS MY REVENGE PARTNER

"What?" Daisy asked, staring at Zade with her mouth hanging open.

"W-why?" she stuttered, unable to comprehend what she'd just heard. Her mind scrambled to process the clause he had added into the marriage agreement. "Why would you include something like that?"

"I'm a man, Daisy. I have needs," Zade said, his voice calm but firm. "My grandmother's watching me like a hawk now, and I can't risk hiring women for pleasure anymore. I'm married, and any scandal would ruin the Harnes name. It's expected that I seek satisfaction from my wife—no one else."

The seriousness in his tone made Daisy flinch slightly.

"No," she said quickly, shaking her head. "I'm not doing this. You don't consider me your wife, and I sure as hell don't see you as my husband. We married for personal gain, not intimacy."

Her voice trembled toward the end—like she was trying to convince herself more than him.

CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO : TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES.