My Husband and Sister Faked Their Deaths to Destroy My Life

Three years ago, my husband, Dimitri, and our five-year-old son, Leo, were kidnapped. By the time I reached the scene, their car was already a pillar of fire. Then it exploded. My older sister, Francesca, a prosecutor, supposedly died while helping me investigate their deaths. Everyone blamed me. My career was destroyed, and I spent three years hunting the people I believed had murdered my family. Then I found them alive. Dimitri, Leo, and Francesca were celebrating a little girl's birthday with our family and friends. They had never died. They had simply erased me from their lives. Worse, every dangerous lead that nearly killed me had been deliberately planted by the people I trusted most. When I discovered that Francesca had stolen the evidence from the case that could restore my career, I finally understood the truth: their fake deaths had never been about protection. They had been designed to destroy me. But when I refused to stay silent, my family framed me as a traitor and cost me everything. With nothing left to lose, Lorelei decides that if they want a war, she will give them one—and this time, she will make sure the truth survives.