After five years, I'm finally about to get everything I've dreamed of - revenge against the men who destroyed my life. There's just one tiny complication... Imogene Prescott. She was just supposed to be a tool, someone I'd use then toss out with the trash I thought she was. She wasn't supposed to get under my skin. She wasn't supposed to give me a reason to live. But she did. Now I have a choice to make. Love or revenge. But no matter what I chose, I fear it won't be enough to protect her from the dangerous truth I've hidden from her. Confucius warned to dig two graves when embarking on a journey of revenge. I didn't plan on one of those graves belonging to her.