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He called her "rabbit"—soft, weak. Until she bit back.

Elle Carter catches her boyfriend cheating — and his reason?
“You remind me of my aunt. I pity you. We can still be friends.”

She kicked him between the legs and stormed off with a venomous, “F*ck off, bastard.”

Humiliated but not broken, her best friend drags her to a luxury salon, muttering, “He said you look like an aunt? Then we’ll make you look like a f*cking goddess.”

And she does. Black hair. Golden eyes. Heels sharp enough to stab a man’s ego.

They throw a breakup party at the club. One drink turns into five… And Elle ends up in bed with a dangerously hot stranger whose hands know exactly how to undo her.

The next morning?
She walks into the office to find out that her one-night stand is her new boss — Damien Wolfe. Cold. Commanding. Sinfully attractive.

As if the universe wasn’t cruel enough… He’s also her ex-boyfriend’s older brother.

He calls her Rabbit.
Soft. Small. Breakable.

But Elle’s not here to be broken.

She’s here to rise.

And the lion?
He’s not ready for the rabbit that bites back.

The Lion's Little Rabbit

[Next Morning—Veritas PR & Media Solutions Lobby]

Elle Carter had never regretted a text faster in her life.

Well, except maybe the time she accidentally sent "U up?" to her dentist instead of her ex-boyfriend Callen. (Result: an awkward reminder to floss.)

Or the time she said, "Thanks, Daddy," to her professor after he gave a generous curve on her final exam. (He still avoids eye contact.)

But texting Damien Wolfe, "Let's give this relationship a trial run," now sat comfortably at the top of her Hall of Shame, laminated and backlit like a museum artifact.

A Little Chaos, A Lot of Coffee