On the day we were supposed to sign our marriage license, my fiancé vanished.
Not because of work, not because of an accident—he was busy celebrating his “precious adopted sister’s” birthday.Six years of my youth, gone. I went from a bright-eyed girl in my twenties to a woman cornered by family pressure and the ticking clock. And what did I get in return? A worthless ring and endless excuses.
The problem has always been Ivana—the so-called “sister” he always put before me.
But I’ve finally learned the cruelest truth: in love, the worst betrayal isn’t another woman—it’s being sacrificed to someone else’s fake family ties.
So this time, I didn’t cry. I didn’t beg.
I went straight to the one man Cobb fears most—his uncle.
And I struck a deal that would make Cobb’s life burn to ashes.He never saw it coming. The woman he abandoned is the same woman who lit the fire he’ll never be able to put out.

"Got it," I said, ending the call with a decisive click.


Lorena stood nearby, practically radiating fury, and I couldn't suppress a small smile. "Relax, I'm not throwing away a single cent on that bastard."


I pulled up the Silverlight Hotel booking system and reserved two presidential suites under Cobb's name. Each room ran fifteen thousand per night. Not outrageous by luxury standards, but enough to send a clear message.


Less than five minutes passed before my phone buzzed with Cobb's incoming call. His voice carried that familiar edge of irritation. "Dahlia, what the hell are you thinking? Two presidential suites? And you charged my card without asking?"


I kept my tone casual, almost bored. "The deluxe rooms were booked solid, so I upgraded you to presidential. Your card seemed like the logical choice."


"Besides, I've been swamped preparing for the charity auction. That ruby centerpiece is absolutely breathtaking, by the way."


Chapter 14 - Chapter 14 Only The Opening Move