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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

They were close to the entrance when the auctioneer approached with a composed smile, still trying to maintain the evening's dignity despite the chaos that had just erupted.

Obviously, Richard had forgotten the item he'd just bid for and won.

"Mr. Domango," he said, bowing slightly. "Congratulations on your winning bid. The emerald choker, as promised."

He extended the sleek velvet box with reverence. The lights above caught the glint of the emeralds even through the fabric casing of rich, deep green, strung together with threads of gold.

It was indeed a piece fit for a queen, or a woman born to steal breath away.

"Thank you," Richard said calmly, accepting the box without breaking eye contact with the man.

His voice was cool but unmistakably edged with warning—as if to say, Don't what you shouldn't.

I Don’t Want To Pretend Anymore