Angol
She didn't want him dead. She wanted him to suffer.
When Damien leaves Celeste Marrow - brilliant CEO, magazine cover,
curated perfection - for Talia, a chaotic stranger with four children
and no money, Celeste doesn't cry. She plans.
Anonymous letters to his friends. Hacked emails. A music box for
Talia's daughter with a note that asks the wrong questions. Piece by
piece, Celeste dismantles the life Damien chose over her - his job,
his friendships, his sanity - and watches it all from a safe,
satisfied distance.
But then the mirrors start watching back.
Her bedroom rearranged. Voicemails in her own voice she never
recorded. White lilies on the doorstep - her dead mother's favorite. A
photograph of herself sleeping, taken from inside her own home.
Someone is inside her life, rerouting her emails, breaching her
company's servers, recording her. And when a video surfaces of Talia
saying "you were just the first move," Celeste realizes the game was
never hers at all.
Someone has been rewiring her mind from the very beginning. And the
architect is closer than she thinks.
A chilling psychological thriller about revenge, control, and the
woman who thought she was the predator - until she learned she was the
prototype.
