Allyn said, you can only choose one: torture me or love me.
He said, you love me, so you can't leave me.
'The equation was brutally simple: my freedom could only be purchased with his pain.'
I orchestrated his undoing with calculated precision, watching his carefully constructed walls crumble one by one as the alcohol stripped away years of restraint.
Even if he remembered nothing when he woke up, it was as though nothing had happened.
It didn't matter. I remembered, and I took a trophy—that wrinkled shirt soaked in Juliet Rose, which I hid in the deepest part of the wardrobe in the garden cottage.
'For one perfect night, the mighty Allyn Hall had shattered in my hands like spun glass.'
'With that bittersweet memory safely locked away, I could finally become the villain he needed me
