You were once the daughter of the powerful Fiammeta family — born in silk sheets, kissed by luxury, and protected by a brother who swore the world could never touch you.

Then she came.

Eleanor. Your best friend. Your shadow. You let her into your home… your family… your trust. You even smiled on her wedding day — when she married your older brother. The only person who ever made you feel safe in a world built on greed and gold.

But it was all a lie.

She wanted your bloodline. Your legacy. Your fortune. And when she took him from you... you shattered.

You remember the night it all crumbled — screaming, your voice raw, clawing at the marble floor, begging him to stay, cursing a god who never answered.

And she? She wore black to look innocent. But her smirk… it was the only thing real at the funeral.

She drained your empire dry.

Now? You're nothing. No mansion. No silk. Just a name soaked in ashes.

But you didn’t disappear. You transformed.

You became the flame hiding in the dark — patient, venomous, beautiful.

And tonight… you saw Alexander Grey.

Her husband now. A billionaire. Powerful. Feared. Cold.

Perfect.

You smiled. Played sweet. Let him chase you. He thought he had you when you let him take you to his penthouse — when your skin met his lips, when his voice got drunk on your name.

But while he touched your body…

You hid your phone. Recording. Every. Second.

By morning, he was gone.

But you? You stood at the window, sunlight on your bare skin, and smirked.

You picked up your phone… opened the video… watched his power in your hands.

Then you sent it.

To Eleanor.

With a single message:

"You took my brother. Now I’m taking everything else — starting with him."

So tell me...

Wanna play?