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Strange Lover Under a Blood Contract

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I woke up in a gilded cage of glass and steel called New York, a city breathing secrets and shimmering with lies. But this glittering skyline is alien, this body isn't mine, and the only thing anchoring my fractured soul is a centuries-old hatred burning for one name: **Blackwood.** My past life was stolen by their treachery, my family erased. Now, thrust into the borrowed life of a reckless socialite who dabbled in forces she couldn't comprehend, I'm left with fragmented memories, unstable, dangerous power flickering at my fingertips, and the chaotic aftermath of a ritual gone terribly wrong. Lying at the heart of that chaos? A man. Enigmatic, beautiful, and unnervingly familiar, even as every instinct screams danger. He might be the key to understanding the strange energy binding me, or just another pawn in the Blackwoods' deadly game. Worse, he carries their name, their blood. He is everything I am sworn to destroy. Yet, in the suffocating darkness of my vengeance, his presence is an unexpected gravity, pulling me towards a precipice where hatred and a terrifying, unwelcome desire collide. In a city where power hides in shadows and ancient grudges bleed into the modern world, I must navigate a treacherous path. Can I unravel the mystery of my stolen past and unleash my revenge before this new identity consumes me? Can I trust the stranger whose very existence mocks my mission, even as his gaze holds a dangerous promise? One wrong move could expose me. One moment of weakness could bind me to the enemy forever. **Is this blood bond my weapon, or my damnation?**
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