He called her "rabbit"—soft, weak. Until she bit back.

Elle Carter catches her boyfriend cheating — and his reason?
“You remind me of my aunt. I pity you. We can still be friends.”

She kicked him between the legs and stormed off with a venomous, “F*ck off, bastard.”

Humiliated but not broken, her best friend drags her to a luxury salon, muttering, “He said you look like an aunt? Then we’ll make you look like a f*cking goddess.”

And she does. Black hair. Golden eyes. Heels sharp enough to stab a man’s ego.

They throw a breakup party at the club. One drink turns into five… And Elle ends up in bed with a dangerously hot stranger whose hands know exactly how to undo her.

The next morning?
She walks into the office to find out that her one-night stand is her new boss — Damien Wolfe. Cold. Commanding. Sinfully attractive.

As if the universe wasn’t cruel enough… He’s also her ex-boyfriend’s older brother.

He calls her Rabbit.
Soft. Small. Breakable.

But Elle’s not here to be broken.

She’s here to rise.

And the lion?
He’s not ready for the rabbit that bites back.

The condo door shook on its hinges like it had just been body-slammed by a professional wrestler.


Luna, mid-sip of water from her IKEA glass, jolted so hard the entire gulp splattered down the front of her sweatpants. She looked down at the dripping mess, sighed dramatically, and muttered,


"Great. Perfect. Just what I needed—hydration, but make it fashion."


She turned her head toward the door just in time to see Elle storming past, heels clacking like tiny war drums, her purse dangling dangerously from one arm as though she'd strangled it half to death.


"Whoa—" Luna blinked, still clutching her soggy pants. "Did Thanos snap your patience, or…?"


Elle didn't answer. Didn't even glance her way. She stomped straight down the hall, a thundercloud in high heels, and disappeared into her bedroom.


Chapter 25 - When Your Bestie Suggests Fraud