PROLOGUE
233 Words
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Two Years Ago
Room 309, Eden Shore Resort
The room smelled like sweat, alcohol, and her shame.
Silk sheets. Golden lights. Expensive lies.
She lay there, skin bruised, soul shattered. Eyes wide open, but her body felt like stone. Heavy. Dead.
The laughter still echoed in her ears—loud, twisted, heartless. Like hyenas circling a bleeding prey.
She couldn’t scream.
She tried.
God, she tried.
But her voice had drowned in the sound of them breaking her.
Dante Creed.
The golden boy. The one who smiled soft, spoke sweet. He looked at her like she was something rare. Special. Safe.
And then…
He watched.
He laughed.
He joined.
She was a bet.
A dare.
A sick game for rich boys with no soul.
They left her there, legs trembling, blood drying between her thighs, mascara running like rain.
No one came.
Not the staff. Not the guards. Not even justice.
The island swallowed her screams.
The resort covered the mess.
And Isla Rayne?
She disappeared—silently, painfully, completely.
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Now
But broken girls don’t stay broken forever.
The ocean saw everything. The stars remember her name.
And now she’s back—
Not as Isla.
Not as the girl who begged for mercy.
But as Reina De Lune.
Colder. Smarter. Dangerous.
She came back not to heal.
She came to destroy.
And the first name on her list?
Dante Creed.
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