Why now? Were the fates playing with him? Did God see him as a joke? Why now? There was war on the earth. Men killed beasts. Beasts killed beasts. All in a bid to survive. In the end, when enough was enough, the earth was split in two; The North and the South, and supernaturals reigned over it all. Alithius Judah Caelan, the formidable king of the South reigned supreme and reigned strong. Terrible in battle, bountiful in wisdom and the last of his kind, no one dared question him. His authority was second only to the creator. The creator whom he respected… The creator who crafted him a mate and planted her in the North, a place the Southerners abhorred. Bridging through to get her was not an easy feat, but he did it. He fought his people, defied the norm and brought change to his kingdom for her. All for her. But she betrayed him. Spat in his face. Left him. To be with another. What is a man to do? How is his heart to cope if not lock up? Even the most powerful must fall. But why is she back three years later with a son who looks exactly like him and hate in her eyes? Why does she curse the day she met him so? Why does she blame him and his council for their separation? Screw all that, why does his blood still boil for her?! ‘By God, I will tame this hellion of a betrayer and end all who rise with her. Because I am the King of the South and no one insults me. No one.’ But will the king tame her, or will his hellion’s hate run too deep? Why not find out.

"Listen, I know that you don't like me. I also know that I like you a little more than I would like to, but what we both know is that I am the best wife you will ever have even with all these portholes, and you can bet your freshest, bluest bejewelled socks on that, baby, because sono incredibile. Lo so." Jasmine Azzurra Costa was a latina with a figured out life. Mostly. Go to school, shred the ingrained, hard-nutted sense of responsibility her parents had drilled into her by taking a year off for just herself, NO MATTER WHAT!!! And find her grind from there. But the saying "Don't count your eggs before they hatch" proved true when her father died. He died... And everything went to shit. Her mother went into shock and her uncle suddenly wanted the business he and her father had built from scratch all to himself. After weeks and weeks of tussles, they reached a silly, utterly misogynistic condition. Marriage. Jasmine had to get married to take her father's place in his company. Worst part? She had three months. Gap year up in flames, she (grudgingly) and her best friend begin the plan on how to snag a man. That goes up in flames, too... And then, one day, she runs into an annoying bloke! And she hates him down to his very nose hairs... Until she hears that he's in a pickle like hers. What does a girl do? She chases him down is what! And when she finds out that he is THE Everette .J. Astor... Well... She proposes. Everette is a billionaire. A man whose fingertips stir untold power and knows it. But, always one to give the middle finger to everything just because it could, life had somehow bullied him into a very distasteful situation. He had to get married in a few months or lose his grandfather, and his long-standing girlfriend couldn't be bothered. Then comes Jasmine. The too down to earth, too rude and too sarcastic for her own good Latina. He hates her guts, she is too noisy and too opinionated, but he doesn't have a choice. And Jasmine can't stand his pompousness and callousness, but she doesn't have a choice either. And so they get married. Right after Christmas. The media spins a tale of a hidden, swoon-worthy holiday romance, but how the heck are these two supposed to co-exist together? Throw in the fact that Everette's girlfriend is Jasmine's former highschool bully, and Everette will rather be called crazy than admit he's utterly attracted to his wife and we have a holiday disaster! "I know you've been sent by demons to kill me, but I swear, you won't succeed." She scoffed out a laugh. "Too late, boy. We've already concluded your funeral date." "You're evil." She cocked a brow. "You're just finding out? Tsk tsk. Farewell, husband. Gone too soon. Sorrows, sorrows, prayers."