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?

Even with the low hum of the server tower and the dim buzz of the overhead lights, it was still too fucking quiet. The kind of silence that made your own thoughts feel like screams.


I'd just gotten back from another goddamn business meeting, this time in Berlin, where we toasted champagne over something the media would soon be calling The Next Technological Revolution.


On the surface, it was an AI-assisted neural enhancer. ZephyrCore. A device surgically embedded behind the ear to sync biofeedback and mental cognition with digital systems. Marketed as a breakthrough for mental health, productivity, even unlocking "untapped human potential."


Chapter 205 - No One Gets To Touch Her