Shantel Hale has spent her life trying to live above the dark shadows her mother’s reputation cast over her. 

She has seen powerful men fall at Jessica Hale’s feet— the infamous seductress popularly termed the modern day ‘Jezebel’ only to be left ruined afterwards.

But unlike her sisters, who embraced their mother’s legacy to build fortunes and secure influential husbands, Shantel, the seventh and youngest daughter of Jessica Hale, had carved her own path in secret, gathering several awesome identities for herself. 

One of them was the elusive Elsa—an influential force in the corporate world, sought after by the most powerful executives. Invincible CEOs vie for her counsel, but she has consistently refused to step into the limelight while offering her services.

Meanwhile, in a desperate bid to salvage his company that was crumbling after a scandal, Richard Domango turns to Elsa, convinced that she is the only one who can save him.

Seeing that Richard had played right into her hands, Shantel will stop at nothing to demand for her pound of flesh from Richard for humiliating her in the past.

But neither is ready for the sparks that begins to fly between them, especially Richard after finding out that his saviour, whom he fell helplessly for at first sight, is none other than Shantel Hale— ‘the seventh daughter of Jezebel’ and the very woman he’d felt nothing but blatant disdain for all his life. 

Will they allow their past to chart a vengeful path for them, or give in to the all consuming attraction   growing between them in leaps and bounds by the day?

Then a smooth, calm and seemingly unbothered male voice drawled. "Hello?"


Shantel cleared her throat, trying to remember her mental script—but it flew right out the window from the sound of that voice. Why did it sound so familiar?


"This is…I'm…," she began, already wincing at her shaky delivery. "Uh, I believe you're Old Carter's grandson?"


She froze. "Excuse me?" why was he calling her by that ridiculous name Old Carter always addressed her with? Does this mean that Old Carter had set her up for real.


"I figured you'd call," the voice replied with a faint amusement dancing in his tone. "He said you might be stubborn… but persuasive."


There was a chuckle on the other end. "So… have you come to talk me into this tragic little date I've heard so much about?"


Her jaw clenched. "Tragic? I'll have you know I'm very capable of holding a normal conversation."


Chapter 165 - I Don’t Do Anything Halfway