When Evangeline Sinclair, a self-made fashion mogul, returns to New York after years abroad, she has one goal—destroy the man who ruined her life. Years ago, Killian Thorne, a ruthless venture capitalist, shattered her dreams, orchestrating her downfall and leaving her bankrupt and broken. But now, she's back, wealthier and more powerful than ever, with a carefully crafted plan for revenge.
What she doesn't expect is Killian's reaction—he isn't just prepared for her return. He's been waiting for
Chapter 1: The Return Of Evangeline Sinclair
The city skyline gleamed like a promise. Or maybe a threat.
Evangeline Sinclair sat poised in the backseat of a sleek black limousine, her manicured fingers drumming against the smooth leather. The rhythmic hum of the tires on the pavement was the only sound in the otherwise silent car, but inside her head, there was a storm.
It had been seven years since she last set foot in New York. Seven years since she had been forced to leave in disgrace, stripped of everything she had built with her own two hands. Her empire—gone. Her name—dragged through the mud. Her heart—shattered. And at the center of it all stood one man.
Killian Thorne.
A name that once meant everything to her. A name that now ignited a cold, burning fury in her veins.
She exhaled slowly, rolling her shoulders back as she stared out at the towering steel and glass structures that made up Manhattan. This city had once been her kingdom, and now, it was her battlefield.
She wasn't the same woman who had fled all those years ago. The Evangeline Sinclair of the past had been young, ambitious, and dangerously naive—trusting the wrong man, giving her heart to the one person who could crush it without a second thought.
Never again.
She had spent every day of the past seven years crafting her comeback, piece by piece, playing the long game with patience that would have made the old her restless. She had risen from the ashes, built something even grander, more powerful, more untouchable.
And now, she was back to take what was hers.
Her driver pulled up to the grand entrance of Sinclair Plaza, and for the first time in years, Evangeline allowed herself a small smirk. The towering high-rise had been her pride and joy, a symbol of her success—until it was ripped from her hands and sold off like a worthless trinket.
The media had had a field day with her downfall. The headlines had screamed betrayal, fraud, scandal. They had painted her as reckless, desperate, ruined.
But they didn't know the truth.
Only one person did.
And she was going to make sure he paid for it.
The moment her stiletto heels touched the pavement, the air buzzed with energy. Whispers followed her, heads turned, cameras flashed. The city had noticed.
Good.
Let them talk. Let them speculate.
Because soon, they would know.
Soon, so would Killian Thorne.
And when he did?
She would be waiting.