A perfect crime should stay hidden. But what if the evidence comes back with a smile brighter than the sun and an eyes colder Frost. He planed her destruction as a bet. She was graped, her nudes posted all around. Her father company went under and her mother committed suicide while laying curses on her. She was dragged down until she jumped and died. But now, the people who ruined her are all very happy, how can she rest in peace? People believe in rebirth or reincarnation but she doesn't. She clawed her way to the top. How will the perpetrator feel when they realise that they fallen too deep into her trap to stand again?She has nothing to lose but they have everything to lose. Money killed her and family, ruined her to the last. Now manipulation,greed and a perfectly measured innocence can ruin her enemies for good. She doesn't care of she has to lose her life for it.

Hope Orphanage... A place that should have been a sanctuary, but was instead a breeding ground — where unwanted children were raised to become wives, slaves, or assassins for the mafia underworld. Among them was her. When Luke Mourinho, known in the dark world as STORM, leader of the Black Heart Syndicate in New York, requested a wife, she was delivered like a package. She stood before him — frail, silent, hidden behind oversized jeans, a worn jacket, and scuffed canvas shoes. She flinched at touch, spoke to no one, and her eyes... her eyes were hollow. They weren’t afraid — they were empty, the eyes of someone who had already accepted death. But for the first time in his 29 years, Storm felt something unfamiliar — pity. Curiosity. Maybe even... love. He had married before — many times — but all his wives met tragic ends. She was different. She became the light in his ruthless darkness, the reason he remembered what it meant to live, to feel, to love. Until tragedy struck. And when love was ripped from him — when betrayal came not from enemies but from someone closest — something inside him snapped. Madness. Death. Despair. Luke Mourinho learned what it meant to lose the only person who gave him a heart... But what if his fragile little wife wasn’t as innocent as she seemed?

“Goddess… I fucking hate you,” Evie moaned, her back arching off the silk sheets as King Nyx Calder drove his massive cock into her dripping pussy again and again. Her hellfire flared across his chest, but the cursed Lycan only growled and fucked her harder. “Really?” Nyx rasped, slamming deeper until his thick knot stretched her walls. “Then why is this tight cunt gripping me like it never wants me to leave? Why are you soaking my cock while you curse my name?” He pinned her wrists above her head, hips snapping brutally as his knot swelled and locked them together. “You were made for this, Hellspawn. Made to take my knot. Made to carry my heir.” Evie cried out as another orgasm ripped through her. “I’ll burn you alive before I submit—” Nyx laughed low and sank his fangs into her neck. “Then burn me while I fill this pussy with my seed.” --- King Nyx Calder is death wrapped in raw power. Three brides have been knotted and claimed by him, all found dead within twenty-four hours. Desperate for an heir before the ancient curse destroys him, he takes Evie Throne—the dangerous hellhound-werewolf hybrid—as his fourth wife. Abandoned by her father, forced to watch her mother murdered, and exiled at nine to the savage Thornwall Pack, Evie survived through blood and fire. She has never submitted to anyone. But from the moment Nyx touches her, their twisted moonbond ignites. Trapped in Ebonspire Fortress, Evie battles the cursed king every night in a storm of hate, hellfire, and primal lust. As war erupts and betrayal bleeds through the court, only one truth remains: Evie might be the only woman strong enough to survive him… or the one who will finally destroy the Cursed Lycan King.