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?

"Our only difference is that you don't have the guts—yet."


Those were the only words that stuck with Shantel from everything her mother, Jessica Hale, had said to her.


She was the only one who truly knew whether her mother was right or wrong, and honestly? She couldn't be bothered to prove her wrong. She had more important things to deal with this morning, after all, she needed to convince Richard that Elsa's choice was the best he could ever have.


But as she strode across the gleaming marble floors of Domango Enterprise that morning, heading for the elevator, she suddenly stopped and turned around. Could it be a figment of her imagination? 


"You're welcome to Domango Enterprise, Ms. Hale, I hope you do have a lovely day," she heard Helen, the receptionist repeat with a smile that was as professional as a drunken sailor's salute.


Chapter 22 - Throwing A Tantrum