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That fateful night, Evelyn was lost in a drunken haze, her senses blurred as Alexander took her with relentless passion. She couldn’t discern whether the man claiming her was a stranger or someone she once knew. A misplaced birthday confession led her to the wrong room—and into the arms of the devil himself. To find her again, Alexander plastered her half-naked image across the city, igniting a scandal that shook the elite circles. Bound by a contract, Evelyn became his woman, surrendering to his intoxicating allure. But just as she dared to hope for more, the cruel truth shattered her illusions: she was merely a substitute, a shadow of the woman he truly loved. When his heart’s desire returned, Evelyn walked away with her pride intact. "The greatest fortune of my life was meeting you that year, that day, that moment. My greatest misfortune was hurting you. Both my joy and sorrow are tied to you—just like my life. Will you forgive my sins?" —Alexander

In the labyrinth of high-society vengeance, Luna Chase, the ostensible wife of elite businessman Eliot Hart, has played a dangerous game for three years: secretly keeping a "gentleman companion" to spite her unfaithful husband. Her plan seemed foolproof—until Eliot returns to New York with Isabelle Cole, his pregnant ex-lover, flaunting their "eternal love" to humiliate Luna. Just as she decides to cut ties with her discreet lover, Luna stumbles into a bombshell: the man who’s shared her bed, whispered secrets, and become her unexpected solace is none other than Xavier Voss—heir to the Voss Empire, the trillion-dollar dynasty that dominates Wall Street. Worse? He’s known her identity all along. For three years, he’s been hunting—not just her, but the power to unravel the very world that wronged him. Now, the game shifts. As Luna, draped in silk cheongsams, navigates charity galas and boardroom scheming to salvage her dignity, Xavier emerges like a storm. At a glittering fundraiser, he slams a bottle of 1982 Macallan on the table, eyes blazing: “Mrs. Hart—one bottle, and I’ll sink Eliot’s bid for the Hudson River Project. Or will you let him drown in his own lies?” When she retreats to her safe haven—the TV studio where she’s New York’s most beloved news anchor—he follows, a crisp checkbook in hand, smirk sharpening: “You think you can use a man like me and vanish? Darling, I’ve only just started collecting my debts.” And Eliot, ever the snake in tailored suits, wraps an arm around Isabelle’s swollen belly, his voice dripping with venom: “Luna Chase… you’re still as desperate as the day I married you. Pathetic.” But in this web of secrets, no one’s playing by the rules. Not the wife who thought she held the cards. Not the tycoon who swore he’d never fall. And certainly not the love that’s been simmering beneath the lies—hot enough to burn the entire city down.