Faked Death, True Revenge Begins

For five years, I was the devoted girlfriend of a corporate heir, Alden Stone. He gave me a single red rose every month, a symbol of his love. But it was all a beautifully crafted lie.

On our anniversary, I discovered the truth: the roses were named "Gabriella," for the woman he was obsessed with. He didn't just break my heart; he stole my life's work-a revolutionary cancer formula-and gave it to her to secure their family alliance.

At the gala celebrating her supposed genius, I confronted him.

"Don't make a scene," he hissed, his eyes cold. "Gabriella is pregnant. If you try to expose her, I will personally see to it that your career is over."

From the stage, Gabriella gave me a predatory smile, flaunting a diamond bracelet I had designed for myself.

My love, my future, my life's work-all sacrificed for his obsession. He had played me for a fool and left me with nothing.

So I faked my death. I recorded a video exposing their lies, set it to go viral, and sailed his yacht straight into a storm. The world would believe Katelynn Walls was dead, but I was just getting started.