Pampered By The Enemy Of My Ex

I served the Dunlap family for six years, managing their dark accounts and raising children that weren't mine, all while waiting for my husband to truly love me.

But when the "real" mistress returned, my devotion was rewarded with a death sentence. My husband, Gavyn, didn't just ask for a divorce; he dragged me to a cliff edge.

He stood next to Iliana, the woman who stole my life, and looked at me with cold indifference. He called me a thief. He called me an "incubator"—a temporary vessel used to hold his place until his princess came back.

Then, he ordered his hitman to finish it.

I managed to bribe the hitman and jumped into the freezing ocean, but the fall cost me the only thing that mattered. Alone on a desolate beach, shivering and broken, I miscarried Gavyn's child—the baby he didn't even know existed.

I lay in the sand, hollowed out by grief. I couldn't understand how the man I worshipped could discard me like trash. He didn't just break my heart; he tried to erase my existence.

But fate wasn't done with me.

On that same beach, I found a wounded young man hiding in the woods. He wasn't just a stranger; he was the lost heir to the Sosa crime family—Gavyn's mortal enemies.

When the Don, Daniel Sosa, came to claim his nephew, he offered me a hand.

Now, the world thinks Alex Dunlap is dead.

But tonight, I am walking into the Grand Gala on the arm of the most dangerous man in the city.

And I’m going to burn Gavyn’s empire to the ground.

Chapter 1

Alex POV

The biting wind whipping across the tarmac didn't sting as hard as the freezing realization settling in my gut: I was about to die.

Rough hands dragged me down the metal steps of the private jet. My knees slammed into the gravel, scraping skin raw through my torn stockings.

The roar of the jet engines died down, leaving only the howling mountain wind and the ragged sound of my own breathing.

Rico loomed over me.

He was a mountain of a man, Iliana's personal cleaner-the kind of professional who didn't lose sleep over bloodstains. He checked the magazine of his pistol with a detached boredom that terrified me more than blind rage ever could.

"Get up," he said, his voice flat and devoid of humanity. "Iliana wants this done clean. No mess. No body found."

I stared at the cliff edge, barely ten yards away. Below it, the ocean churned violently against jagged rocks. It was a long way down.

I forced myself to stand. My legs shook, not just from terror, but from the sheer, crushing exhaustion of the last twenty-four hours.

My husband had discarded me. My stepchildren had framed me. And now, the woman who stole my life wanted to erase my existence entirely.

Tears pricked my eyes, hot and stinging, but I swallowed them back. Crying wouldn't save me. Gavyn wasn't here