The Family That Wanted Me Dead, Now Wants Me Back

After my best friend died, I stayed behind to manage her consigliere duties and look after her twin heirs for eleven years.

On their tenth birthday, I accidentally wore my best friend’s diamond brooch and prepared a lavish dinner, hoping—just once—they’d look at me without hatred.

Instead, the food was thrown in my face—right after they doused me with scalding oil meant for their family initiation.

“You killed our mother and now you want to run her empire?” Ian growled, eyes cold as steel. “Shameless woman. You deserve to die!”