I lay there, the snow turning crimson beneath me as my stitches tore open. I was freezing, bleeding, and homeless. The Kingstons thought they had discarded a piece of trash. They thought they had crushed a nuisance.

What they didn’t know was that the ink was already dry on a document halfway across the world. I hadn’t just lost a husband; I had gained an empire. I was the sole heiress to the Chen Global fortune—$2.3 billion in liquid assets, real estate, and unadulterated power.

I wasn’t trash. I was the storm that was coming for them.