Cross Her, And You’ll Beg For Mercy

I’m Isabella, sole heiress to the nation’s wealthiest family. My father arranged my marriage to Alexander. I went to meet my fiancé, only to be humiliated by his secretary, while Alexander dismissed me as a mere trophy. They demanded $100 million to let me go. I called my father. Instantly, they knew they’d messed with the wrong person. I ended the engagement and cut all my family’s backing for Kingsley Group. This was just the start. They’d soon see how gravely they underestimated me.