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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

Nathaniel Lancaster was a man who never showed his hand.

He was calculated, reserved, and dangerously intelligent.

I had shaken the foundation of a family he spent years controlling.

And now, I wanted to know—what would he do next?

I stepped into the study, expecting silence.

Nathaniel sat behind his desk, a tumbler of whiskey in his hand, his posture as relaxed as ever. But his eyes?

They were watching me like a predator sizing up its prey.

"You've had an eventful day," he murmured, swirling his drink.

I tilted my head, closing the door behind me. "I take it you disapprove?"

His lips twitched—not quite a smile, but something close. "On the contrary, I'm impressed."

I narrowed my eyes. "You froze her accounts without hesitation."

He leaned back, studying me. "Vivian's mistake was underestimating you. I don't make the same mistake twice."

I took a slow step forward. "So, what now?"

Nathaniel took a sip of his drink before placing it down. "That depends."

His gaze darkened slightly, the air shifting between us. "On whether you're planning to come for me next."

I exhaled a soft laugh. "If I were, would you stop me?"

Then, finally, he stood, stepping around the desk until he was in front of me.

His presence was overwhelming, the scent of whiskey and something distinctly him filling the space between us.

"I wonder…" he mused, his voice lower, more deliberate. "Are you playing this game to win, Evelyn?"

I held his gaze, refusing to look away.

"What else would I be playing for?"

Nathaniel studied me for a long moment, and for the first time since our marriage, something in his expression shifted.

Something neither of us wanted to acknowledge just yet.

He smirked, reaching past me to grab his whiskey. "Then let's see how far you're willing to go."

I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding.

And yet, I wasn't sure I wanted to stop it.

Chapter 21: The Game Between Us