HOSTILE TAKEOVER: RECLAIMING MY BODY

She stole my life. She walked into my marriage. She made the biggest mistake of her afterlife. I was the true heiress of the Thorne legacy, 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 silent shadows of my own mind. Now, I am a ghost in my own skin. And I have a front-row seat to her inevitable failure. 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 her skin, and he’s sharpening his blade to cut it out. She thinks she has "plot armor." She thinks she’s untouchable because she knows the story. She’s about to find out that being "the weak sister" was just a mask I wore to survive. And now that I’m dropping the act? The imposter is the one who should be praying for mercy. This is a Hostile Takeover. She thinks she’s the protagonist, but she’s just a liability in my portfolio. I’m done being the silent observer. I’m back to reclaim my body, my husband, and my throne. I’m not here to negotiate. I’m here to liquidate.