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Evelyn Carter had spent years believing in love, loyalty, and the future she was building with Daniel Lancaster—the golden son of one of the most powerful families in the city. But on the day that was meant to be the happiest of her life, she walked in on a nightmare. Her fiancé was tangled in the sheets with her best friend, their betrayal cutting deeper than any knife.

Humiliated and discarded, Evelyn expected sympathy. Instead, she was met with indifference. The Lancaster family closed ranks, turning their backs on her, whispering that she had never truly belonged in their world.

But if they thought she would walk away quietly, they had underestimated her.

Because Evelyn wasn’t just going to survive—she was going to win.

And when Nathaniel Lancaster, Daniel’s ruthless and powerful father, offers her an unthinkable proposal—marriage—she takes it. Not for love. Not for security. But for revenge.

As Mrs. Lancaster, Evelyn rises from the ashes of her heartbreak, turning the very empire that shunned her into her personal weapon. Every move she makes is calculated. Every smile is a carefully placed dagger. But as she weaves her way through boardrooms, scandals, and the dark secrets of the Lancaster dynasty, one question lingers in the air:

Who will fall first—her enemies, or the woman she’s becoming?

Because power is intoxicating. And vengeance?

It just might destroy her.

Vengeance in Silk

The vows were spoken. The rings exchanged. The marriage sealed.

When I stepped out of the private chapel as Evelyn Lancaster, I was no longer a scorned woman. I was no longer the discarded ex-fiancée. I was now the wife of Nathaniel Lancaster—the head of the family, the empire, the legacy.

He was nothing but a bitter spectator to my rise.

The reception was small, reserved only for a select few, but the tension was suffocating. I could feel Daniel's gaze burning into my back as Nathaniel guided me toward the head table. I felt the weight of the guests' judgment, their curiosity, their disbelief.

Nathaniel's hand settled over mine, a silent command to stay steady. He had played this game longer than I had, and unlike Daniel, he never acted out of impulse. Every move, every word, every glance—calculated.

"So," he murmured against my ear as we took our seats. "How does it feel?"

I lifted my glass of champagne, the golden liquid shimmering under the chandelier. "Like I just declared war."

Nathaniel chuckled, his deep voice sending a ripple of awareness down my spine. "Good."

Across the room, Daniel downed his drink in one go, his face unreadable—but I knew better. I had spent years learning his moods, his weaknesses. And right now, he was barely keeping his rage in check.

Lena was next to him, trying to whisper something soothing, but Daniel barely acknowledged her.

Regret was a bitter thing, wasn't it?

I took a slow sip of my champagne, savoring the taste of victory.

Vivian Lancaster—Daniel's mother—sat a few seats away, her expression carefully neutral, but I didn't miss the way her fingers tightened around her napkin. She hadn't spoken to me once since I arrived.

I was an intruder in her carefully curated world.

Nathaniel leaned back in his chair, watching the room with amusement. "Now that you wear my name, Evelyn, you'll need to learn how to play their game."

I glanced at him. "I intend to do more than just play."

His smirk was approving. "Then let's make them regret underestimating you."

A hush fell over the room as the servers brought out the first course. The weight of my decision settled over me, but there was no fear.

Chapter 6: The Making of Mrs. Lancaster