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 door shut behind her with a definitive click, the sound echoing in my skull like a gunshot. She left. Just like that. No glance back. No hesitation. She walked away from me, dragged Sarah with her, and left me standing in the ruins of a moment I hadn't even seen coming.


Trying to process what the fuck just happened.


But my brain was a maze and every turn led to a wall. Her words still rang sharp in my ears, every syllable like glass catching light, cutting deeper the more I looked at them.


"There's nothing between us except sex and a contract."


I'd taken bullets before. Real ones. Hot, splitting, flesh-tearing things that made men drop to their knees. But that? That fucking line?


Chapter 187 - What to do?