They had hurt her. And for eighteen years she plotted the perfect revenge. Like an eagle she watched their every move. Now, she had them where she wanted then, the bait would be dangled before them. But a twist of fate meant she would have to be the bait. A kiss on the dreamy beaches of Saint Lucia now threatens to throw her multi-million revenge plan awry. Edward had stirred alive a demon she had suppressed for eighteen. Now her whole body demanded every inch of him. And she wanted all of him to herself. This implies every one else was an impediment. What Alice wants, she gets. Will she overcome her own weaknesses and execute the justice these two men so justifiably deserve? Or will love triumph over hate? Sometimes love itself can be the greatest punishment - for it consumes both the prey and the predator. Or will the double she has created throw a wench into the works and win the day?