Ryan Mercer had fifty-two thousand dollars in the bank and nothing else. His parents' house—gone. His girlfriend—gone. Two years of double warehouse shifts, sold jewelry, borrowed money from men who measured interest in broken bones. All of it wasted on someone who walked away without looking back. Then a streetlight fell on his head and he woke up to a notification nobody else could see. The math had changed. Global prices compressed by a factor of one million. Average annual salary: five cents. His fifty-two thousand dollars was now the largest private fortune on Earth. But the system that gave him this power wants something in return. Missions. Timers. Rules that punish hesitation. And Ryan quickly discovers he's not the only one playing this game—there are others with the same notification, older and more ruthless, who have spent decades learning how to strip new hosts of everything before they learn to fight back. What follows is six months of building at impossible speed: a real estate empire, a banking network, a healthcare conglomerate, and a team of people who showed up because something worth building attracted them. Ryan's former loan shark becomes his intelligence director. The girl who filmed him in a parking lot becomes the storyteller who makes his company real to the city. A banker who handed in her resignation the same morning she got a threat telling her to walk away becomes the architect of everything that lasts. But the clock is always running. And the people who have been watching hosts like Ryan since before he was born have finally decided he's worth taking seriously.

The Bastard's Gambit She died with her empire in ruins and her enemy's satisfaction as the last thing she ever saw. She woke up in someone else's coffin. The body belongs to Evelyn Ashford — bastard-born fifth daughter of the Duke, buried two days ago after falling from a gallery at the city's most notorious pleasure house. The household has already moved on. The bridal chamber has been quietly dismantled. No one is coming to mourn her. No one knows she is no longer the girl they buried. The soul now inhabiting that body belonged to a ruthless businesswoman who built an empire from nothing, survived a decade of betrayal and sabotage, and died on the morning of her final victory when a desperate old man chose a carriage crash over public humiliation. She remembers everything: every ledger, every negotiation, every lesson learned the hard way about what powerful men do to women who get too close to their secrets. She has no intention of dying twice. The problem is the world she has woken into. A kingdom where bastard daughters have no legal rights and no path forward. A household where every woman in it has spent years perfecting the art of small cruelties. A Duke for a father who responds only to logic and mutual advantage, never to sentiment. A Prince who dissolved her betrothal by letter before dawn on her wedding day and has not thought about her since. Or so he believes. Within days of climbing out of that coffin, Evelyn has read the household accounts and found a pattern no one else was looking for. Within a week, she has negotiated her way into the Duke's study and out of the east wing's deliberate neglect. Within a month, she has exposed a fraud that reaches further into this household than anyone has admitted, forged an alliance with a woman who has every reason to destroy her, and caught the attention of a man who wears an iron mask and moves through this city's political architecture like something that was never meant to be seen. He finds her interesting. She finds this dangerous. Prince Roland is colder than she expected and more complicated than she was prepared for. He places her in the household of his obsession — a courtesan named Pearl Harte whose situation is more politically entangled than anyone has said — and calls it an assignment. His body registers her transformation before his mind admits what the registration means. He treats her like a tool. He cannot stop watching her like something else entirely. The man in the iron mask offers her a wager: make his fallen associate a functioning political force in this court, and he will disappear from her life forever. Fail, and she belongs to him completely. She accepts. He adds one condition after she has already said yes. *Do not develop genuine feeling for him.* *Because he was me, once.* She does not ask what that means. She should have asked. Somewhere in this city, a man has been given her name and a set of instructions he will begin executing at first light. She does not know this. She is too busy building something that looks, from the outside, like the impossible transformation of a girl everyone dismissed — and feels, from the inside, like the most dangerous gamble of two lifetimes. She has already died once. She is not finished yet. --- *The Bastard's Gambit* is a medieval political romance featuring a transmigrated female lead, slow-burn enemies-to-lovers tension, court intrigue, and a mystery that rewrites everything you thought you knew from the very first chapter.