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

Then she came.

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

But it was all a lie.

She wanted more than friendship. She wanted your name. Your legacy. Your life. And when she took him from you… your world collapsed.

You still remember that night — the way your voice broke as you cried, your hands gripping the marble floor, begging for it not to be real.

And her? She wore black like she was mourning. But that smirk? That was the only honest thing she wore to the funeral.

She didn’t just take your brother. She dismantled everything you had.

Now? You have no mansion. No designer gowns. Just a name left in ruins.

But you didn’t fade away. You rose from the ashes.

Stronger. Smarter. Unforgiving.

And tonight… you saw Alexander Grey.

Her husband now. A man of wealth. Power. Control. The kind of man she thought couldn’t be touched.

Perfect.

You smiled. Spoke softly. Let him draw closer. He believed it was his idea when you ended up in his penthouse. He didn’t know — while he was distracted — you were already three steps ahead.

You had your phone hidden. Recording. Every. Moment.

By sunrise, he was gone.

But you? You stood by the window, sunlight on your face, calm… composed… victorious.

You opened your phone, played the video back — not for pleasure, but for purpose.

Then, without hesitation, you sent it.

To Eleanor.

With one message:

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

So tell me…

Wanna play?