Kristy Lashbrook

They buried her with a smile on their faces and her fortune in their hands. They should have made sure she stayed dead. Celestine Morrow was everything a woman of her station was supposed to be - elegant, trusting, and devoted to the people she loved. It made her easy to kill. Her cousins poisoned her at her own engagement party, stripped her estate bare with a forged signature, and handed her fiancé a pen before her grave was even cold.
He signed without hesitation. She woke up anyway. Reborn in the same body, with every memory intact and every illusion shattered, Celestine makes a choice: no more warmth. No more mercy. No more being the kind of woman men feel safe enough to destroy. She re-enters society at twenty-two - poised, immaculate, and smiling - and begins the most elegant demolition project of her life. One by one, the people who killed her will lose everything.
Their money. Their reputations. Their carefully constructed futures. And they will never, not once, be able to prove it was her. But revenge is a long game, and long games have complications. Like the ruthless venture capitalist who keeps appearing at every event she attends, watching her with eyes that see far too much. Like the ally who may have motives of his own. Like the cousin who is starting to suspect that the ghost they buried isn't quite as gone as she should be.
Celestine isn't afraid. She's been dead once. Everything after that is just strategy.