The Wife He Never Loved

"They don't respect you. They want to fuck you-just like every man in that room wanted to bend you over and ruin you," Xavier sneered, his breath hot and cruel against her skin. "You were nothing but a convenient hole. You had no value then, Elena. And you have no value now."

Slap!

"I carried your dying, broken body for five goddamn years while you couldn't manage to be a decent man for a single second," Elena whispered, her voice like cracked iron. "When every illusion and lie you hold onto comes crashing down, do not dare come crawling to my doorstep. You have lost even the right to beg."

Five years ago, Elena Parker was the silent sacrificial bride-enduring cold contraception pills, an unyielding bed, and Xavier Kingsley's obsession with her runaway sister, Vivienne. When his liver collapsed, she carved a piece of her own body away on a sterile operating table to give him life.

He woke up, handed the crown of his gratitude to Vivienne, and looked at Elena with pure disgust.

She didn't cry. She dropped signed divorce papers on his blanket, took back the first kiss he stole at the altar, and vanished into the European rain.

Now, she is Chairwoman Elena Vega-the untouchable, sovereign empress of a multi-billion-dollar global dance empire, holding European royalty in the palm of her hand.

When Xavier stakes his $200-million cinematic empire on securing the Vega seal to manufacture stardom for his talentless mistress, he crosses an ocean only to find his discarded ghost sitting on the throne.

Trapped between raw, suffocating lust and wounded arrogance, Xavier refuses to see the diamond he threw away. But as dark debts unravel and the truth behind his beating heart claws to the surface, the predator becomes the prey.

And this time, the queen offers no mercy.