Riley Hunter

A second chance betrayal and revenge billionaire romance She didn't come back to fall in love. She came back to burn everything down. Celeste Voss spent eighteen months rebuilding herself from nothing. No name. No estate. No mercy. Just a plan so precise it took two years to execute and thirty-one years of her enemies' arrogance to make possible. The succession is won. The estate is hers. The war is over.
Except the war is never over. It simply finds a new shape. Now the woman who rebuilt herself into a weapon is learning the one thing the plan never prepared her for: how to stay. How to live inside what she fought for without waiting for it to be taken again. How to be loved by a man who sees the full and difficult and complicated version of her and has decided, with the specific certainty of someone who does not make decisions lightly, that she is exactly what he chose.
Adrian Blackwell has crossed every line he spent thirty-four years constructing. He is open now. Which is more dangerous than cracking, because the damage goes deeper. He says the true things. He loves at the speed of the other person. He will ask as many times as it takes. She told him to ask again when she was ready. She is learning what ready costs. Because Vivienne Blackwell is not finished. Because the identity threat is not dead.
Because the woman Celeste rebuilt herself into was built for the fight, and the fight is over, and she is standing in the ruins of her own armor trying to figure out who she is when the war stops requiring her to be unbreakable. And because the most terrifying thing a woman who survived everything can be asked to do is simply stay in a room and let herself be known. The succession was the easy part. This is the story of what it costs to remain.