Calcutta, 1856. Fifty thousand rupees in debt. Two months until the moneylender drags her to a brothel or debtors' prison.

Amelia Sinclair is a widow with nothing left but her body, her brain, and her willingness to use both without mercy.

First, she seduces Captain James Rothwell—a lonely, honourable soldier still grieving his dead wife. She seduces him, manipulates his love, and climbs into Calcutta's elite social circles on his broken heart.

But James isn't enough. Lord Edmund Hartley is: the ruthless East India Company director who sees exactly what Amelia is doing and wants her for it. He offers to eliminate her debts entirely in exchange for becoming his kept woman, his plaything, and his partner in corporate espionage.

The price? Destroying James. Seducing an innocent young officer for military secrets. Letting Hartley watch while she does it.

Amelia pays it all.

She trades love for security. Sentiment for survival. Her soul for power and wealth. With each calculated seduction and cold betrayal, she becomes something more dangerous than a whore—she becomes Hartley's equal. Hollow, ruthless, and free.

This is not a romance. There is no redemption. This is the story of a woman who chooses to become a monster because monsters don't starve.

Raw. Ruthless. Unapologetically filthy.