CONTENT WARNING:
/This novel contains mature themes, explicit sexual content, strong language, and adult situations. Reader discretion is advised./


She was born to lie.
He was born to enjoy it.

Vivienne Moreau is a fox. A beautiful dangerous fox in a corset. A thief. A con artist. A seductress. She robs nobles blind, strips them of gold—and sometimes their trousers—just for fun. She sleeps with them to make the theft more… satisfying. Seduction? Her weapon. Theft? Her art. Lying? Second nature. Trust? Never. Love? That’s for fools. Chaos? Her favorite toy.

This is her last job. One château. One golden horse worth more than she’s ever dreamed. One chance to vanish forever. Rich and alone.

Her plan is simple: pretend to be a maid, steal the treasure, disappear. Easy. Simple. Foolproof.

Then she meets Duke André Rousseau. Calm as glass, handsome, harmless-looking—but mad, bored, terrifying… and completely insane in a way that smells like obsession. He knows she’s a thief before she even steps across the gates. Every lie she plans, every trick she schemes, every insane impulse—he sees it. And he decides to play.

He doesn’t want her arrested. He doesn’t want her caught. He wants her undone. To watch her spin, unravel, claw, scream—his predator turned prey.

Vivienne thinks she’s the hunter. That she’s untouchable. That she’s in control.

She isn’t.

She’s his game. His obsession. His chaos made flesh. And in this war of greed, madness, and teeth-bared games… someone will break.

Maybe her... Maybe him... Maybe both.

Vivienne finally pushed herself up from the tangled sheets, her body aching slightly from the performance of affection she and André had put on for the past five minutes. Five fucking minutes of torture. Five fucking long, miserable minutes where she had to smile, coo, and act like she was in love with a man she simultaneously wanted dead. Every sigh she had faked, every lingering touch, felt like a betrayal of her own soul. Her limbs tingled, muscles sore in ways that reminded her all too well of how physical the act had been, how intimate, how completely maddening it was to be near him.


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