I'm the woman they toast to-polished, untouchable, worth a fortune. They think I sell luxury. They don't know I sell sin, bottled in crystal. and power, sealed with a kiss. Once, I was nothing but a girl with bruises no one wanted to see-betrayed, broken, and left to disappear. I learned the only mercy in this world is the kind you take with your own hands. So I rebuilt myself into something sharp.
Something sacred. Something lethal. Now I run an empire with seven rules carved into my bones:No trust. No weakness. No mercy. And never-ever-love. Tonight, the men who profit from my kingdom gather to celebrate me. Tonight, I'm hunting a traitor. Tonight, I serve a reminder that betrayal has a taste. and it's going to choke them. But the real danger isn't the room full of predators. It's the one predator I never planned to face again.
The one who knows exactly how I used to tremble. The one who taught me desire can be a weapon. and devotion can be a cage. The one I swore I would never let touch me again-because he's the reason I became what I am. He thinks I'm still his. I think he's delusional. Yet when he looks at me, my body remembers what my mind tries to bury. And when he moves closer, every rule I live by starts to crack-one by one-until all that's left is the question that could damn us both:Do I finally get my revenge.or do I become his beautiful abomination all over again?
I'm the woman they toast to-polished, untouchable, worth a fortune. They think I sell luxury. They don't know I sell sin, bottled in crystal. and power, sealed with a kiss. Once, I was nothing but a girl with bruises no one wanted to see-betrayed, broken, and left to disappear. I learned the only mercy in this world is the kind you take with your own hands. So I rebuilt myself into something sharp.
Something sacred. Something lethal. Now I run an empire with seven rules carved into my bones:No trust. No weakness. No mercy. And never-ever-love. Tonight, the men who profit from my kingdom gather to celebrate me. Tonight, I'm hunting a traitor. Tonight, I serve a reminder that betrayal has a taste. and it's going to choke them. But the real danger isn't the room full of predators. It's the one predator I never planned to face again.
The one who knows exactly how I used to tremble. The one who taught me desire can be a weapon. and devotion can be a cage. The one I swore I would never let touch me again-because he's the reason I became what I am. He thinks I'm still his. I think he's delusional. Yet when he looks at me, my body remembers what my mind tries to bury. And when he moves closer, every rule I live by starts to crack-one by one-until all that's left is the question that could damn us both:Do I finally get my revenge.or do I become his beautiful abomination all over again?