Vivienne Ashcroft was buried on a Tuesday.

No flowers. No mourners. No headline ? just a cold November cliff and a verdict of suicide that everyone was too relieved to question. For fifteen years, her stepmother Mirabel had worked quietly and ruthlessly to erase her: poisoning her father's love, stealing her inheritance piece by piece, and handing Vivienne's fiancé ? the devastatingly cold CEO Dorian Voss ? a reason to walk away.

They thought she was gone.

She woke up at seventeen, gasping in silk sheets, in the bedroom she hadn't slept in since her mother died. Every memory intact. Every betrayal crystal clear. Every name burned into her mind like a brand.

This time, Vivienne Ashcroft doesn't beg. She doesn't cry. She doesn't warn a single soul.

She smiles, re-enrolls in finishing school, and begins the most carefully constructed revenge the Ashcroft world has ever seen ? one alliance, one secret, one devastating move at a time. Mirabel gets the first move. Her stepsister Celeste gets the second. And Dorian Voss ? the man who looked her in the eyes and chose convenience over love ? gets something infinitely worse than her hatred.

He gets her full, undivided attention.

Because Vivienne has lived this story once. She knows every trap, every lie, every hidden door in every powerful person's life. And this time, she isn't the abandoned heiress stumbling through the dark.

She's the one who turned off the lights.

A standalone enemies-to-lovers reborn revenge romance. Slow burn. High stakes. No mercy.