They thought I was just a broke model running from casting to casting. Seven years I loved Lu Pei. Seven years I paid his startup bills, held him through fever nights, and cheered while he built his empire. Then I came home early and found him in our kitchen — with my best friend. She was pregnant. "You were never home," he said. "She takes care of me." The next thing I knew, I woke up chained in a basement. They thought that was the end of me. It wasn't. Because the girl they'd locked up wasn't just a broke model. I was the only heir to the Zhou Group. The one my father had tracked with a chip under my skin — because when I called, my family didn't send lawyers. They sent a private jet. And then there was Wen Xijin. The quiet bodyguard my father hired. The man who pretended to be a construction worker. The man whose hand curled around mine the day the whole hotel watched them call me a gold digger. Turns out he wasn't just my bodyguard. He was the most powerful man in the city. And he'd been waiting seven years for me to come home. To the ones who threw me away: enjoy the fall.