Murdered in cold blood by her unfaithful husband and conniving half-sister, Julianna Sterling dies watching them claim her stolen family inheritance. But fate grants her a second chance, she wakes up five years in the past, standing in front of her vanity mirror on the morning of her wedding day. Armed with full knowledge of the future and a heart forged in ice, Julianna ruins her groom at the altar, exposes his debts to the city’s elite, and walks out on the wedding. Waiting outside in the rain is Alexander Vance, the ruthless, enigmatic billionaire CEO who has secretly loved her since childhood. When Julianna offers him a sudden proposal, Alexander doesn't hesitate. Joining forces with the most dangerous man in the city, Julianna executes a cold, calculated campaign to dismantle her enemies piece by piece. They took her life once; now, she’s coming back to take their entire empire.

Sharon always got the good ones. I knew this. I had always known this." When Amber stepped into a quiet neighborhood bar on Valentine's Eve, she only wanted to numb a lonely night. She never expected Carter Wright, her best friend Sharon’s impossibly wealthy, untouchable husband to follow her gaze, slide onto the stool beside her, and look at her like she was his only source of intoxication.  One reckless, intoxicating night later, Amber is drowning in guilt. But a guilty conscience is the least of her worries when a single realization shatters her world: She is pregnant with her best friend's husband's child.  Just as Amber tries to bury her secret, the terror begins. Glossy, compromising photos of that night are taped in a neat row across her front door. Someone was inside her apartment. Someone knows everything. And the countdown has begun:  "You think Sharon would love these? Meet me at Blue Bare Café... or I send them to her tonight."  Fleeing across the Atlantic to her family's estate in Germany to escape the blackmail, Amber thinks she has found sanctuary. But the moment she steps into the silent stone foyer, her phone violently lights up with forty-three missed calls.  And standing right in front of her is Cole Brandt, towering, scarred, with eyes the sharp green of sea glass, asking the one question she can't answer: “Are you running from something, or from someone?”  Distance won't save her. Because whoever is hunting her isn't just in her hometown anymore. They are watching her every move.