The Hillbilly Fiancée Was a Top-Secret Scientist

I set up my top-secret rice trial on my fiancé's ranch — and ten minutes later, his "childhood sweetheart" had her heels on my face. She calls me trailer trash. She rips up five years of my research. She boils my priceless seeds into "beauty porridge." My fiancé Hunter? He films it and smirks. Then he tries to shove my hands into the boiling pot. What none of them know: I'm not a ranch hand. I'm the lead scientist on the biggest food-security project this country has ever built — and satellites have been watching every second. The choppers are already inbound. And the Sinclairs are about to learn what real revenge tastes like.