Poisoned On My Wedding Night

"My wedding night was supposed to be a corporate merger. It became my execution."

The poison was cold, sweet, and delivered in a crystal flute of vintage champagne, handed directly to me by my new husband, the ruthless billionaire heir Viraj Singhania. As my lungs gave out and darkness swallowed the palace, my final thought was that the untouchable man holding my dying body was the monster who wanted me dead. Then I woke up screaming in my childhood bedroom. Six months in the past. The wedding hasn't happened. My father’s firm hasn't collapsed. And fate has handed me a second chance, not to be a sacrificial lamb, but to become the hunter. I had a simple plan: cancel the marriage, expose the embezzlers, and run as far away from the Singhania dynasty as possible. There's just one problem: Viraj. The intimidating, stone-cold tycoon who supposedly orchestrated my death is suddenly watching my every breath. He doesn't act like an executioner, he acts like a man starving for my touch. He steps into the line of fire to defend my reputation, catches me before I can fall, and looks at me with a fierce, terrifying devotion that leaves me breathless. Did I marry a cold-blooded killer playing the ultimate game? Or is the real predator sitting at our family table, waiting to pour the exact same poisoned glass? This time, the rules have changed. And when the trap springs, I won't be the one who dies.