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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?

Sweet Hatred

I hesitated. "I guess. Olivia's not really a fighter. When we were kids, she used to cry when the boys in my class teased me. I didn't cry though. I just… punched them."

His laugh was low, rough velvet. "Of course you did."

"Well they wouldn't stop making fun of me," I muttered.

I hesitated again. Didn't answer. I couldn't. Because it was something I didn't want to remember. He didn't push.

But something twisted in my chest. Because here I was, practically wrapped in this man, melting in his kiss, sharing things I didn't tell just anyone… and I still didn't know a single damn thing about his past.

So I asked, before I could stop myself. "What about you? Your family?"

Then, finally, "You know the basics. Big family. Too many companies. Too many expectations."

Unsaid Confessions