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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

My stomach dropped. The world tilted, just slightly.

"No," I whispered. "No, she never said anything."

"I know," he murmured. "That's what confused me too. But when I asked around… it seems he reached out first. She turned him down. More than once. But eventually… she let him in."

My chest squeezed. Too tight. I couldn't breathe for a second.

"Why?" I asked, though I wasn't sure who I was asking—him, her, myself.

Kael let out a slow breath. "When I questioned one of the nurses who was there during her last month… she said your mother begged them not to say anything. That she didn't want to upset you."

I stared at him. The pictures felt like fire in my hands now. Why did my mom let that pathetic bastard in her life again?

"She didn't want to upset me?" I said, my voice thin, cracking. "She let him back in. After everything. After what he did to us. And I—she just—lied?"

Later