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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 tension in the dining room was thick enough to cut with a knife. The Lancaster family was still reeling, their expressions a mix of rage, disbelief, and barely concealed hatred.

Let them choke on their own arrogance.

Nathaniel leaned back in his chair, swirling his wine, utterly unbothered by the silent war brewing across the table. He had expected this, and by the slight smirk on his lips, he was enjoying it.

I wasn't here to enjoy their misery.

"You must think you're very clever." Vivian's voice was deceptively calm, but I could hear the steel beneath it. "Marrying into this family doesn't make you one of us, Evelyn. It makes you a liability."

I let out a soft, amused breath. "A liability?" I tapped my manicured nails against the table. "Funny. Last I checked, I'mthe one sitting next to the man who controls everything you hold dear."

Vivian's eyes darkened. "For now."

Daniel slammed his hand against the table. "Enough!"

Everyone turned to look at him, his face red with fury. "I don't care what you think you've won, Evelyn. You don't belong in this family, and you never will."

I gave him a slow, mocking smile. "Oh, Daniel. You keep acting like your opinion still matters."

His nostrils flared. "You think my father actually loves you? You're just a tool to him. A distraction. A way to get under my skin."

I tapped my chin, pretending to consider it. "And yet, here I am. Wearing his ring. Sitting at his table. Living in his house. With his last name." I leaned in slightly, lowering my voice to a purr. "While you? You're just… Daniel."

His entire body tensed. I could see the restraint it took for him not to explode.

Caroline scoffed. "You're delusional if you think you'll ever be one of us."

I turned my gaze to her, unimpressed. "Sweetheart, I don't want to be one of you. I want to be above you."

A sharp gasp from one of the distant relatives.

Vivian's grip on her wine glass tightened.

Daniel looked like he was this close to breaking something.

Nathaniel, still lounging in his chair, let out a deep chuckle. "Now this is entertainment."

I smirked and picked up my own wine glass, taking a slow sip before placing it back down. "You'll all get used to it eventually."

Vivian straightened, her expression turning dangerous. "We'll see how long your confidence lasts once the boardroom doors close."

I leaned forward slightly. "Oh, Vivian. You've spent your entire life running charity galas and picking out floral arrangements. The boardroom?" I smiled sweetly. "That's my playground now."

Nathaniel exhaled, setting down his drink. "Well, this was delightful." He rose from his seat, glancing at me with amusement. "Shall we, wife?"

I stood gracefully, letting my presence linger, letting them feel the weight of my victory.

And then, without another word, I took Nathaniel's arm and walked out, leaving the Lancaster family in the ruins of their own rage.

They knew I wasn't going anywhere.

Chapter 9: The Art of War