The Real Heiress Is a Siren, and She's Seducing an Older, Lovesick Powerbroker

Shen Qinghe, the true daughter of the Shen family, spent eighteen years growing up away from home. As soon as she returns to her wealthy family, her fake heiress and fiancé join forces to frame her. Overnight, she goes from the long-awaited true heiress to a despised outcast, then gets heartlessly thrown out by her parents. On a rainy night, with nowhere else to turn, Shen Qinghe times it perfectly and falls straight into Fu Tinghan's arms. Fu Tinghan is the undisputed ruler at the very top of the capital's power structure. Six years older than Shen Qinghe, she is cold, sinister, ruthless, and impossible to read. Even the Shen family has to bow and scrape before her, too afraid to meet her eyes. Everyone fears her iron-fisted methods. Only Shen Qinghe dares to sheathe her claws and play sweet, testing Fu Tinghan's limits one step at a time, emboldened by the indulgence in her eyes as she weaves a tender web around her. Everyone in the capital's elite circles laughs at Shen Qinghe, calling her a clingy vine who latched onto the powerful and sees Fu Tinghan as nothing more than a weapon of revenge. No one knows that the Shen family's paltry fortune has never interested her. She reads people and plans every move, using Fu Tinghan's power to destroy the despicable man and woman who wronged her. She also exploits Fu Tinghan's boundless devotion to infiltrate her business empire and extend her reach into the corridors of power, until the woman who once ruled from on high is entirely tamed and belongs to her alone. The day the balance of power in the capital changes hands, Shen Qinghe sits high upon the throne, looking down at Fu Tinghan, kneeling at her feet and stripped of her claws. She leans down and lifts the woman's chin, her fingertip brushing over her lips. Her red lips curl into a chillingly unhinged smile, her soft voice brimming with possessiveness. “Fu Tinghan, you have no use to me anymore. Either be my obedient wife for the rest of your life, locked by my side as my own private possession...” Her fingertips suddenly tighten, her voice turning cloying and dangerous at the end. “...or I'll lock you in a cage, break you down, and swallow you whole, until even the scraps of your bones melt into my blood. Then you'll never escape me, will you?”