They say love is blind. For Seraphina, it was a death sentence.

For six years, Seraphina believed in Marco Rossi's love, even when it cost her everything. The first betrayal broke her heart. The second cost her their unborn child. But the third... the third would shatter her soul.

When Marco's mistress needs a kidney, he doesn't ask—he demands. And to force Seraphina's consent, he devises a twisted ultimatum: her organ, or her ailing mother's life. Bound and helpless, Seraphina can only watch as her mother's car plunges into the icy depths of the lake.

But that was only the beginning of the nightmare.

Broken, bereaved, and brutally violated, Seraphina is left with nothing but ashes and a burning rage. The innocent woman she once was died alongside her mother in that lake. What emerges is someone new—someone cold, cunning, and utterly ruthless.

From the depths of despair, a vow is forged in steel: She will make him pay.

My hands are around Livia's throat, and for the first time in weeks, everything makes perfect sense.


She's choking beneath my grip, her perfectly painted nails clawing at my wrists as her face turns purple. The sounds she's making—those desperate, strangled gasps—they're music to my ears.


"You fucking slut," I snarl, my voice raw with rage. "You think you can compare to Seraphina? You're nothing. Less than nothing."


Livia's eyes bulge as she tries to speak, but I'm not letting up. Not after what she did. Not after she made me kill an innocent woman and destroy the only person I've ever truly loved.


Her body thrashes beneath me, and suddenly I smell it—the sharp, acrid scent of urine. She's pissed herself. Terror has reduced this manipulative bitch to an animal, and the sight fills me with savage satisfaction.


But then she manages to force words through her crushed windpipe.


Chapter 11 - Chapter 11: The Violent Truth