Shantel Hale has spent her life trying to live above the dark shadows her mother’s reputation cast over her. 

She has seen powerful men fall at Jessica Hale’s feet— the infamous seductress popularly termed the modern day ‘Jezebel’ only to be left ruined afterwards.

But unlike her sisters, who embraced their mother’s legacy to build fortunes and secure influential husbands, Shantel, the seventh and youngest daughter of Jessica Hale, had carved her own path in secret, gathering several awesome identities for herself. 

One of them was the elusive Elsa—an influential force in the corporate world, sought after by the most powerful executives. Invincible CEOs vie for her counsel, but she has consistently refused to step into the limelight while offering her services.

Meanwhile, in a desperate bid to salvage his company that was crumbling after a scandal, Richard Domango turns to Elsa, convinced that she is the only one who can save him.

Seeing that Richard had played right into her hands, Shantel will stop at nothing to demand for her pound of flesh from Richard for humiliating her in the past.

But neither is ready for the sparks that begins to fly between them, especially Richard after finding out that his saviour, whom he fell helplessly for at first sight, is none other than Shantel Hale— ‘the seventh daughter of Jezebel’ and the very woman he’d felt nothing but blatant disdain for all his life. 

Will they allow their past to chart a vengeful path for them, or give in to the all consuming attraction   growing between them in leaps and bounds by the day?

By a little past five, the sun was barely teasing the horizon when Shantel opened the door to the guest bedroom. 


Beatrice was still sprawled diagonally across the large bed, her limbs tangled in silk sheets, mouth slightly open, snoring with the uninhibited grace of someone who had no intention of waking up anytime soon.


Shantel approached with calm efficiency, her heels clicking softly against the floor.


"Beatrice," she said coolly, her voice cutting through the stillness like a bell. No response.


She tried again, a little louder this time. "Beatrice. Wake up."


The girl groaned, rolling over with a pillow shoved against her ear. "What time is it?" she murmured.


"What?" Beatrice's voice cracked as she shot up halfway and squinted through sleep-swollen eyes. "It's Saturday."


"Yes," Shantel replied without missing a beat. "And you're expected to report at Luxe Plaza by 7:30."


Beatrice dropped back into the pillows with a groan. "But it's barely six…"


Chapter 143 - Take The Subway