After five years, I'm finally about to get everything I've dreamed of - revenge against the men who destroyed my life.

There's just one tiny complication...

Imogene Prescott.

She was just supposed to be a tool, someone I'd use then toss out with the trash I thought she was.

She wasn't supposed to get under my skin.

She wasn't supposed to give me a reason to live.

But she did.

Now I have a choice to make.

Love or revenge.

But no matter what I chose, I fear it won't be enough to protect her from the dangerous truth I've hidden from her.

Confucius warned to dig two graves when embarking on a journey of revenge.

I didn't plan on one of those graves belonging to her.