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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

[Veritas PR—Interview Room]

That freaking bastard. The one who once called her "Aunt."

The one whose idea of communication during their breakup was a voice memo sent from a mountaintop retreat, where he said, "He cheated on her because she looked like Aunt."

With a resume. Wearing a turtleneck. A navy one. Like some kind of smug, cologne-soaked sea lion.

Her blood pressure? Currently in pressure cooker mode. One more word from his stupid mouth and she was going to whistle like a teapot and blow the roof off.

She muttered under her breath, "Do I get at least one free murder?"

Ava, sipping her matcha like it was tequila, leaned in and whispered, "Nope."

Elle sighed, eyes locked on the enemy. "Thank you."

Interviewing the Enemy