Your adoptive sister had always wanted Christian Moretti, the billionaire CEO. But when she learned she was infertile, she came up with a twisted plan—one that involved you.

One night, she drugged your drink, making your body burn with uncontrollable desire. Christian, unknowingly drugged as well, fell right into her trap. But he wasn’t in bed with her. He was in bed with you.

By morning, you were gone, slipping away before he could even see your face.

Weeks later, your world shattered—you were pregnant.

Your sister was thrilled. Her plan had worked.

But when you gave birth, she ripped the newborn from your arms—and before you could fight back, she shot you.

The pain never came.

Instead, the bullet struck the necklace Christian had unknowingly gifted you that night, saving your life. But she didn’t notice. She left you for dead.

When Christian arrived, she played the role of the exhausted mother. He demanded a DNA test. The results were undeniable. It was his child.

And so, he married her.

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Five years later…

You walked into his casino, your heels clicking against the marble floor. You weren’t the same woman anymore.

This time, you were here for revenge.

Your sister had no idea who you were when she hired you as a dealer. Why would she? She thought you were dead.

And there he was. Christian.

Seated at a high-stakes poker table, completely unaware that the woman dealing his next hand was the same one he had unknowingly wronged.

You leaned in, brushing close enough for him to catch your scent. Your lips curled into a smirk.

“You know, Lilith won’t know if you lose… you have to sleep with me.”

Christian barely spared you a glance as he picked up his cards. “Bold of you to assume I lose, sweetheart.”

Your smirk didn’t falter.