Locked In My Own Skin

She stole my life. She walked into my marriage. She made the biggest mistake of her afterlife. I am the true heiress, discarded and sold to a monster. But before I could take my seat at the table, she arrived—a thief who hijacked my body and forced me into the shadows of my own mind. Now, I watch. I watch her flirt with my husband, Damian Thorne. I watch her fumble through a game of power she doesn't understand. I watch her dig a grave for us both. Damian is the most dangerous man in the city, and he’s not falling for her act. He’s closing in. He can smell the rot beneath my skin, and he’s sharpening his blade to cut it out. She thinks she has "plot armor." She thinks she’s untouchable. She’s about to find out that being "the weak sister" was just a mask I wore to survive. And now that I'm coming back? The imposter is the one who should be praying for mercy. I'm coming back. And I’m bringing hell with me.