She was his champion—until Dante Caruso kissed her stepsister in the arena where she had just won everything. He had his men pin her to the canvas, paid a judge to bury her for twenty years, and married the woman who stole her life. Seven years in a cell, and he never once visited. She rebuilt herself in silence, in a dusty Las Vegas shop. When he finally found her, he offered money. She looked at him like a stranger. Some things cannot be bought back. She walked away. He did not follow.