I Signed Over My Own Company

I read every line before I signed it.

That's the part nobody understands. I wasn't tricked. I was handed forty-one pages at eleven-thirty on a Tuesday night by the man I loved, who brought me tea and called it a formality — and I read all of it, and I signed it, and then I thanked him.

Eleven months later I stood at the back of my own company's all-hands and watched him announce my work as his. To applause.

My severance was a check and a two-week luxury charter. "You've earned a rest, Nade. You've been so intense."

So I took the boat.

What Julian doesn't know is that The Rebound is anchoring in Positano on the twenty-fourth — the same afternoon he unveils my product on stage in front of every investor on the Amalfi Coast.

And what nobody knows is that at 4:12 one morning, alone, for no reason but love, I signed my name inside the code.

Not on the paperwork. In the core.

I signed away my equity, my board seat, my title and my name.

I forgot to sign away the signature.

Now I have sixteen days, a superyacht crew who have decided I'm theirs whether I like it or not, and a charming corporate security consultant who keeps looking at me like being difficult is the best thing about me.

I don't need anyone to speak for me.

I just need ninety seconds and a very large screen.

YACHTING FOR REVENGE — a steamy, laugh-out-loud revenge rom-com series aboard the messiest superyacht in the Mediterranean. Every book a new woman. Every book a reckoning. Standalone. Open-door. Guaranteed HEA.

He falls first. She gets the last word.