Chase Sterling always felt like furniture. The kind you don't notice, the kind that's easy to shove in a corner and forget. He was used to it: people looked right through him, brushed him off like lint. But it only takes one phone call to erase a lifetime of being overlooked. When his estranged family meets a tragic end, Chase suddenly finds himself in charge of the sprawling Sterling fortune. Turns out, riches aren't the only thing the family left him. There's a curse running through his blood, warping love into something hungry and dangerous, impossible to escape.

Vivian Ashford never set out to blow Chase's life to smithereens. Just one decision (a sharp, ruthless move at graduation) was all it took to set their worlds spinning out of control. While Vivian soaks up the Hollywood limelight and collects red-carpet headlines, Chase slips into his new role as Manhattan's most intimidating heir. But no matter how far they run, something keeps yanking them back together, like a stitch in an old wound that refuses to heal.

The candles flicker in my living room at 4 AM, casting shadows that feel alive, hungry, watching. Sienna sits across from me with ingredients arranged in a perfect circle between us, and I'm trying very hard not to think about how insane this is.


Magic. We're performing actual magic in my apartment to break a spell a producer cast on me using dark compulsion potions. A year ago, if someone told me this would be my life, I would have laughed and suggested therapy.


Now I'm pricking my finger with a sterilized needle, watching my blood drip into a bowl of sage and iron shavings, hoping this works because the alternative is staying magically enslaved to Marcus Webb for seven years.


"Ready?" Sienna asks, her voice steady despite the exhaustion evident in her face. She's been up all night cleansing my apartment, burning sage in every corner, spreading salt like it's medicine instead of seasoning.


Chapter 94 - Breaking the Spell