THE SECOND LIFE OF ELARA VAUGHN

"Boom!" The gun went off, and a gaping, red hole appeared in Elara’s head. Just moments before, she had watched in horror as Kurt, her fiancé, and Vera, her best friend, slaughtered her parents right in front of her eyes. They laughed at her agony, mocking the Queen of the business world as she bled out on the dirty warehouse floor. "I will make sure I crush you both in my next life!" she swore with her last breath. But death was not the end. "Wake up! Do you know how important this is?!" Elara jerked awake, not in hell, but in a luxury car. She looked in the mirror and screamed—the face staring back wasn't hers. She was now Aria Beaumont, a despised country bumpkin. And she was on her way to be a substitute bride for a paralyzed, comatose man. Who is the groom? Lucian Graves. Her former greatest rival. She smirked, her green eyes flashing with a new, dangerous light. "Fine. I'll use the Graves' power to destroy those who killed me." She walked into the bridal chamber, ready to face a vegetable husband. But as her fingers brushed his eyelashes... Blue-green eyes suddenly flew open. The comatose billionaire was awake. And he was looking at her with a hunger that terrified her.