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?

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The silence after Ash's words was louder than anything I'd ever heard.


I couldn't breathe. My chest hurt so badly it felt like my ribs were splintering, stabbing inward. And in that suffocating stillness, I remembered. That dream. The boy. Green eyes like Kael's, a smile that could've lit the world, climbing into our sheets as if he belonged there. My son. My maybe. My never.


The thought stabbed through me, so sharp I had to curl into myself to hold it in, to survive it.


Ash shifted closer, panic in her voice. "Aria, hey... don't do this, please. Just breathe. Focus on resting, okay? Don't think about it now."


But how could I not? What if I hadn't been so careless? What if I'd noticed sooner? That my period had been absent for months. What if I hadn't pushed him away? What if I wasn't me?


Chapter 313 - Loss