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To get my revenge on the phony heiress, I take the one thing she wants most: Edward Sterling, the man she has been secretly in love with for years. And I make him my plaything. Every time she pulls one of her stunts, I will make him pay for it twice over. His bloodshot glares are my favorite kind of foreplay. The angrier he gets, the more I want to pin him down again and again, consuming him until there is absolutely nothing left. But one day, right in the middle of our twisted little game, a string of blindingly bright comments flashes in front of my eyes. [Keep it up, side chick. You're just digging your own grave.] [Edward is the lost heir of the Sterling family, the most powerful family in Silverthorne. The day he goes home is the day you'll wish you were never born.] My heart hammers against my ribs. I stumble, collapsing right on top of him. A muffled groan escapes him, and his eyes, blazing with fury, locks onto mine. Panic seizes me. I scramble for my clothes, yanking them on as I bolt from the room without a backward glance, leaving him tangled in the sheets and my mess. Years later, I am back in the country for an arranged marriage when he corners me, with his stunning features hardened into a cold glare. There is a flicker of something dark and dangerous in his gaze as he hisses, gritting his teeth, "Tired of your toy, so you just ran off? We'll see how far you get this time."