It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.  

When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation. 

“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac. 

“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”  

Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier. 

But vengeance turns slippery when every insult she hisses ignites his obsession, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more."  

The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?

The smoke stung my eyes, thick and bitter, curling around me like a ghost with claws. My lungs burned. My ears rang with silence so loud, it was deafening. The men who had been holding me moments ago… they were all gone. Dead. Their blood painted the floor, soaking into the cheap carpet. Limbs bent at wrong angles. Faces twisted in frozen fear.


My wrists still ached from the chains. My knees trembled beneath me, barely able to keep me upright. I felt like a cracked porcelain doll, seconds away from shattering.


Heavy footsteps echoed against the floor. Steady. Unhurried. Each one louder than the last, like thunder behind the smoke. A tall silhouette appeared through the haze—broad shoulders, sharp stride, purposeful.


Chapter 59 - Unexpected