Esme Grey had once ruled the digital underworld, a ghost in the system, a hacker that governments feared and billionaires bribed. Yet, it was those she trusted the most who orchestrated her downfall. Her adopted parents, the very people who had raised her, had secretly colluded with her fiancé. Together, they betrayed her, stealing everything she had painstakingly built and leaving her to die in the cold, unforgiving streets. She never understood why—what had driven them to turn against her so viciously? But before she could uncover the truth, death embraced her. She welcomed it. Yet, fate had other plans.
Her first breath in a new body was filled with panic and pain. The sensation of foreign muscles responding to her will sent shivers down her spine. The weight of strong hands clamped around her throat, forcing the air from her lungs. Terror surged through her veins, but instinct screamed louder. She had been powerless once before—never again. She fought back with everything she had, kneeing the man atop her with a force that sent him reeling. He stumbled back, cursing loudly, clutching his side as if shocked she had retaliated.
As the world spun into focus, realization dawned. This wasn't her body. This wasn't her life. She was Savannah Grey now—a woman trapped in a miserable marriage, whose husband was now glaring at her with unfiltered rage. Weston Stark, the man she had been bound to for three years, was not only furious but murderous. His breaths were ragged, his jaw clenched in anger. "You think you can get away with drugging me? Trick me into your bed?" His voice was low, menacing, but laced with disbelief. "We've been married for years, Savannah, and you never had the nerve to pull something like this before."
Savannah—or rather, Esme—processed his words, piecing together the fragments of Savannah's life. A loveless marriage, an arranged contract forced by his grandmother, and now an accusation that threatened her very existence. Weston had never touched his wife intimately, had never given her the affection she sought, and now he believed she had crossed the ultimate line. The betrayal in his eyes burned through her, but she didn't waver. "I don't know what you're talking about, Weston," she said evenly, though inside, fury boiled. "But if you wanted me dead, you should have done it properly."
Weston's lips curled into a sneer. "You will sign those divorce papers, Savannah. You've ignored them for three years, but this time, you don't have a choice." The hands around her throat tightened, and her vision blurred. But instinct took over. She fought back, kneeing the man atop her. He cursed and stumbled backward, and Esme's mind caught up with reality. This wasn't her body. She was Savannah Grey now—a woman whose husband had just tried to kill her in a fit of rage, believing she had drugged him and tricked him into sleeping with her. Their three-year marriage, arranged by his grandmother, had been devoid of intimacy, and now Weston was convinced she had betrayed him in the worst way possible.
With a shaky hand, she signed the divorce agreement, her heart devoid of attachment to the life Savannah had led. Weston had cursed and threatened her, enraged by the audacity of being struck—something no one had dared to do before. He had spat venomous words, vowing that she would sign the divorce papers she had ignored for the past three years. But Esme had lost everything once; she wouldn't lose again. As she stepped out of the oppressive mansion, she thought she was walking into an uncertain future—but a will changed everything. Savannah's mother had left her a fortune, a vast estate, and power her greedy family had tried to steal. It was time to take it back.