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 rotors chopped through the air like a heartbeat I could no longer feel.


Below us, the sea spread endless and silver, too perfect. Too untouched. Just like everything in their sick little fantasy.


We hovered above the island like gods for a moment too long, and then the pilot received clearance. I didn't speak. I hadn't spoken in the last hour.


Niko sat across from me in the chopper, sleep-deprived and clutching the tablet like it was a weapon. His voice cut through the comms calmly, as if we weren't about to land in the middle of a masquerade filled with devils.


"The ZephyrCore contracts are finalized. Stanley's people have confirmed attendance. Security's doubled, but the leak about the neural synchronization range has reached two sources we can't trace."


I didn't blink. "Find them. Erase them."


Chapter 218 - Like an addict, waiting for a hit.