His Betrayal, Her Burning Revenge

The leather seats of the Rolls-Royce were cold against my bare skin, just like the emptiness inside me after another stolen encounter with Ethan Vance.

I was Scarlett Hayes, a sharp fashion designer, entangled with a tech billionaire, a genius admired by the world.

But tonight, the usual rush was gone, replaced by a chilling void as I watched city lights blur past.

Then, a message on Ethan' s laptop caught my eye: "Ethan, the storm scares me..." From "Willow." Willow, my sickly stepsister, a name that tasted like bitter poison.