Shantel Hale has spent her life trying to live above the dark shadows her mother’s reputation cast over her. 

She has seen powerful men fall at Jessica Hale’s feet— the infamous seductress popularly termed the modern day ‘Jezebel’ only to be left ruined afterwards.

But unlike her sisters, who embraced their mother’s legacy to build fortunes and secure influential husbands, Shantel, the seventh and youngest daughter of Jessica Hale, had carved her own path in secret, gathering several awesome identities for herself. 

One of them was the elusive Elsa—an influential force in the corporate world, sought after by the most powerful executives. Invincible CEOs vie for her counsel, but she has consistently refused to step into the limelight while offering her services.

Meanwhile, in a desperate bid to salvage his company that was crumbling after a scandal, Richard Domango turns to Elsa, convinced that she is the only one who can save him.

Seeing that Richard had played right into her hands, Shantel will stop at nothing to demand for her pound of flesh from Richard for humiliating her in the past.

But neither is ready for the sparks that begins to fly between them, especially Richard after finding out that his saviour, whom he fell helplessly for at first sight, is none other than Shantel Hale— ‘the seventh daughter of Jezebel’ and the very woman he’d felt nothing but blatant disdain for all his life. 

Will they allow their past to chart a vengeful path for them, or give in to the all consuming attraction   growing between them in leaps and bounds by the day?

She stopped and slowly turned. Her eyes narrowed slightly at the sight of the stranger standing before her. He was tall, lean, and wore that characteristic confident nonchalance only men with power or privilege could wear. 


Dressed in a charcoal gray coat, with a rakish smile and eyes as sharp as razors beneath their charming warmth, he seemed oddly familiar. 


"And who's asking?" she replied, quickly concluding her quick assessment of the man standing before her. Could he be Old Carter's grandson? But she couldn't see any resemblance between him and old Carter. 


Domonic smiled, secretly wondering about the coincidence of meeting Richard's woman here when he was to meet the woman arranged by Richard's grandfather for him. That was quite a narrow escape for Richard. 


"Dominic… Carter," he quickly added in case the lady he was to meet would overhear their conversation. So far he hadn't seen anyone who seemed to be waiting for him…no, Old Carter's grandson.


Chapter 183 - You’re Thirty Minutes Late