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ISLA
Revenge is my birthright. Ever since the fire that claimed my brother and shattered my family, I’ve rebuilt the Moreau empire from the ashes. But every brick I’ve laid, every deal I’ve struck, has come with one goal in mind: uncovering the truth behind that night.

Ciaran Valente is the man I’ve hated since I learned how to hate. Infuriating, cruel, and too clever for his own good, he thrives in darkness, just like I do. But when the ghosts of my past tie his family to my brother’s death, my hatred becomes the least dangerous thing between us.

Because Ciaran doesn’t just step into my world—he consumes it. He sees through my armor, breaks down my defenses, and dares to turn my pain into something far more dangerous than vengeance: desire.

But love doesn’t exist for people like us. Only power. Only lies. And when the masks come off, one truth will destroy us both.


CIARAN
Isla Moreau is my personal form of torment. Sharp-tongued, calculating, and as untouchable as ice. I’ve craved breaking her for years—not just to prove I could, but because there’s nothing more tempting than watching a queen fall.

But Isla isn’t a game. She’s fire wrapped in steel, and she hides secrets even darker than my own. When the past collides with the present, revealing the cracks in our perfect façades, I discover something I didn’t think I was capable of: obsession.

She consumes me—mind, body, and soul. But while I want to own her, she wants vengeance. While I crave her surrender, she wants the truth.

And in the end, we’re not just enemies. We’re fated to ruin each other.


Ruin Me Tender

"You're going to cut through the plate," Sophia teases, amusement lacing her tone. 


 I blink, looking down at my plate, only now realizing how tightly I'm gripping the knife. The poor steak is nearly butchered under my aggression. Exhaling, I set my utensils down and take a sip of my white wine, letting the chilled liquid coat my throat. But not even the finest Chardonnay can wash away the irritation simmering inside me. 


 All thanks to a certain insufferable man. 


 Sophia eyes me knowingly. "It's better to tell me who's making you plot someone's murder than to let you sit here and stew in your thoughts." 


 I sigh. She's not wrong. But saying his name out loud will only make it worse. 


 Sophia had returned from her business trip yesterday, and as always, she's effortlessly stunning—golden brown hair styled to perfection, her sharp brown eyes glinting with mischief. She winks at me, the corner of her red lips lifting in a smirk. 
