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Shantel Hale has spent her life trying to live above the dark shadows her mother’s reputation cast over her. 

She has seen powerful men fall at Jessica Hale’s feet— the infamous seductress popularly termed the modern day ‘Jezebel’ only to be left ruined afterwards.

But unlike her sisters, who embraced their mother’s legacy to build fortunes and secure influential husbands, Shantel, the seventh and youngest daughter of Jessica Hale, had carved her own path in secret, gathering several awesome identities for herself. 

One of them was the elusive Elsa—an influential force in the corporate world, sought after by the most powerful executives. Invincible CEOs vie for her counsel, but she has consistently refused to step into the limelight while offering her services.

Meanwhile, in a desperate bid to salvage his company that was crumbling after a scandal, Richard Domango turns to Elsa, convinced that she is the only one who can save him.

Seeing that Richard had played right into her hands, Shantel will stop at nothing to demand for her pound of flesh from Richard for humiliating her in the past.

But neither is ready for the sparks that begins to fly between them, especially Richard after finding out that his saviour, whom he fell helplessly for at first sight, is none other than Shantel Hale— ‘the seventh daughter of Jezebel’ and the very woman he’d felt nothing but blatant disdain for all his life. 

Will they allow their past to chart a vengeful path for them, or give in to the all consuming attraction   growing between them in leaps and bounds by the day?

The Seventh Daughter of Jezebel

He shoved a hand into his pocket, and ran the other through his hair. "God help me," he said with a smile as he slid back into the back seat.

Inside the car, his driver risked a glance through the rearview mirror. "Everything alright, sir?"

Richard gave a small smile, more to himself than anyone else. "No," he said. "But I wouldn't have it any other way. To the company," he added, signaling the end of the conversion.

As the car pulled away from the driveway, from the shadows across the street, a figure slowly lowered a phone.

The screen showed the frozen images of Shantel and Richard, caught in an intimate frame that could be easily misunderstood.

Almost immediately, a message popped up: 'Delivered.'

And with that, the shadow vanished into the night.

At the same time the message on the other end, Shantel also received a message on her phone.

"Watch your back, boss. You're being watched."

Watch Your Back