Four years ago, Raylee Somers was framed by Waverly Goodridge, the true heiress of the Goodridge family, and thrown into prison. The people she had trusted most became the architects of her downfall. Her parents, who had once showered her with love, turned their backs without hesitation. Her once-doting brother forced a confession from her, and even her beloved fiancé, Casimir Sutherland, abandoned her and aided in her ruin. When she was finally released, everyone braced for her wrath. They expected the same reckless, willful girl to lash out, demand justice, and cling to Casimir as obsessively as before. But the Raylee they had ruthlessly cast aside had died in that prison cell. The one who walked free was someone else entirely—cold, untouchable, and utterly indifferent. As months passed, regret slowly consumed the family. Raylee’s parents longed to reclaim her and dote on her like before. Her brother, once so certain of his righteousness, was now guilt-ridden, swearing she was his only sister. Even Casimir, proud and unyielding, found himself unraveling, begging for Raylee to stay. And then there was Waverly—the woman who had orchestrated it all and once stood triumphant over Raylee’s downfall. But the tables had turned. Now, it was her turn to tremble as she fell to her knees, pleading for mercy from the very girl she had condemned.
