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He carried me, my legs wrapped around his waist, while my back rested against the wall. I loved this position when he gave it to me.

I thought he was an ordinary man. I thought that since I had already tasted his touch, the dreams of our intimacy always haunting me, I could own him.

Finally, as a goddess, I believed I could enjoy myself freely this time, get lost in pleasure, which I could finally savor.

I wanted him for myself alone, my personal treasure. But then I began to fall for him. A treasure I thought I could use and discard at will became something I couldn't go a day without. His presence became my weak point, my doom and yet, I couldn't help but embrace him.

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"They all deserve to die a terrible death."

These were the words of the goddess of revenge when the anguished cries of a woman, a victim of relentless domestic violence reached her divine ears.

Bound by her sacred duties and forced to wait for the souls of the guilty men to return for judgment, the goddess was patient. For thousands of years, she waited. And when the time came, she descended into the mortal world, inhabiting the body of a young billionaire to exact her divine punishment.

Victory was a certainty for her. She had always prevailed, delivering justice to those who deserved it. But this time, her task proved unexpectedly complex.

Living under the same roof with her husbands after signing a marriage deal, one of them proved to be no ordinary man.

Tristan D'Leon, a vampire, a creature born from the depths of hell, carrying his own mysterious burdens and duties.

Their fates intertwined, both driven by obligations they could not ignore.

Yet, as time passed, something unthinkable began to take root: love.

For Jade, whose purpose was to mete out divine punishment, falling for a millennia-old vampire was unthinkable. Why him? Why now? This was not her first time walking the earth, so why had the will of heaven suddenly shifted?

As Jade navigated the complexities of her mission and her growing feelings for Tristan, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. The goddess of revenge, known for her unwavering dedication to justice, was now faced with a daunting question: could she truly fulfill her duty when her heart was no longer aligned with her purpose?

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This novel is a dark romance and the more you read, the more darker it gets. Don't say I didn't warn ya. Hehehe

Bride From Hell: My Three Husbands Are My Recipe For Revenge.

A man stood at the front of the door the moment I swung it open. He was tall, dressed in a crisp white shirt and black pants, exuding a dangerously alluring aura. His black, curly hair framed a chiseled face, and the piercings on his ears and lips only amplified his enticing allure.

Perfect height. Perfect body. Perfect face.

And just like that, memories of him crashed into me.

My best friend and secret admirer.

Kira had mentioned earlier that he had arrived in the country that afternoon. But why, the hell, was he here in the middle of the night?

Before I could even demand an explanation, Damon brushed past me and strode into the room without hesitation, his presence filling the space as if he owned it.

My jaw clenched as I watched him, dumbfounded by his audacity.

I glanced around the living room, scanning for any sign of Kira, Alexander, or Albert, but they were nowhere to be found.

I'm Staying Too.