Love's Double-Cross

Trevor Farren cheated on me—with a hostess, no less.

He bought her a villa, handbags, necklaces, and even whisked her away to the Maldives. Everything I had, she had too.

In my fury, I resolved to retaliate. I found myself in the smoky halls of a nightclub, learning shameful, provocative moves from the women there. I would seduce him and make him fall for me all over again. I vowed to crush him in the end.

I'd ruin him. Strip him of everything he held dear until he tasted the bitterness of despair, the way I had.