Rachel Vos never set out to collect husbands, but life had other plans. What began as the quiet dreams of a woman longing for stability in The Agrarian Idealist quickly unraveled into a saga of survival, manipulation, and the kind of trouble that doesn’t just break a person—it reforges them. But the next one? Clyde was different. Every decision, every move, every breath became something she had to fight for. Yet Rachel had never been one to lie down and accept her fate. She adapted. She endured. She survived. Until Antonio DeFina entered her life. And for a time, Rachel became his possession. Trapped in a world of wealth and violence, she learned that there are prisons far worse than locked doors. Some cages are gilded, some are wrapped in silk, and some—some are built from your own choices. But Antonio underestimated her. They all did. Rachel escaped, but escape doesn’t mean freedom—not when the past still has its claws in you. And then, there was Harrison. The Whiskey Gentleman was unlike any man before him. A soldier, a fighter, but more than that—a man who saw Rachel for who she was, not who he wanted her to be. He didn’t demand, didn’t manipulate, didn’t twist love into something sharp-edged and suffocating. Instead, he simply stood beside her, with her, for her. But ghosts don’t die easy. The past was always coming for Rachel—Clyde’s shadows, Antonio’s empire, the Syndicate’s unfinished business. She had spent her life navigating men who wanted to own her, break her, silence her. Not anymore. Rachel wasn’t running. Not this time. With Harrison at her side, she was done being a pawn. The final game had begun. Some battles are fought in boardrooms. Some in back alleys. Some in the quiet war of survival. And some? Some are fought with blood, fire, and the kind of love that refuses to be buried.