“Do you girls even understand what you’ve gotten yourselves into? This isn’t a sandbox where you divide up little cakes. These people will bury you under the asphalt of sunset.”
“Then we need to bury them first.”
Three girlfriends. Three betrayals. Three broken lives.
Anya, a genius financier, whom her IT husband threw out of his own startup.
Alice, the socialite lioness, whom a media tycoon got rid of the way you get rid of an outdated handbag model.
And Marina, the quiet wife of a politician—who turned out to be a barren appendage to his image.
We were written off. But we decided to rewrite the rules of the game. Our revenge was supposed to be cold, calculating, and crushing.
But in the equation appeared unknowns: an unexpected pregnancy, a killer stalking them, and a grim stranger with storm-sky-colored eyes—someone who alternates between saving and threatening.
They called us their queens—and then discarded us like annoying toys, trading us for younger and more compliant ones.”