Ariana—the girl he once loved.

Grayson—the boy who gave her his heart.

Christian—the shadow between them.

On the night that should have been theirs, beneath the warm glow of their new home and in the middle of their engagement party, Grayson found Ariana in a room with his best friend. Betrayal burned in his veins. Rage blinded him. He dragged her out—out into the night, paying no heed to the shocked whispers of their guests. His family, his blood, made sure every piece of hers was gone. Her belongings lay scattered on the lawn, shame woven into every discarded piece.

They did not ask. They did not question. They simply erased her.

But she had not betrayed him

She had been ruined.

Christian had taken what was never his to claim.

Two friends gathered what remained of her—her dignity, her pain, her broken spirit. They drove her away, far from the house that should have been hers, far from the love that had turned to hate. She stayed with them for days, silent, shattered. And then, she vanished.

Five years passed.

Grayson had moved on, or so it seemed. Another woman wore the ring meant for Ariana. Another love had taken root where theirs had been torn apart.

But Ariana had returned.

Not as the girl he cast aside.

Not as the woman he once loved.

She came back with fire in her heart.

She came back for revenge.