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He offered me five million a month to stay out of his sight. I smiled, took the card, and silently vowed to never fall for him. It didn’t work. Ginny has been poor her entire life. When she’s suddenly discovered as the long-lost daughter of a wealthy family, she thinks her luck has finally turned. Instead, she’s sent to marry Sebastian Sterling—the ruthless head of the Sterling Group, a man whispered to be so cold-blooded they call him “The Reaper.” On their first day as husband and wife, Sebastian barely looks at her. He slides a black card across the table. “The housekeeper deposits money monthly. Don’t appear before me if it’s not necessary. Especially if it is.” Ginny blinks back tears, takes the card, and clenches her fists—just to make sure she doesn’t accidentally laugh out loud. Everyone expects the beautiful but disposable Mrs. Sterling to be cast aside within months. Other women circle, waiting for her to fall. But they don’t know that the “poor little wife” has a secret. When a viral thread asks: “Your husband gives you fifty thousand a month but never comes home—would you accept?” Ginny logs onto her alt account and replies: “Fifty thousand? My husband gives me five million. He can come home or not—I’ll be traveling the world. If he wants to see me, he can make an appointment.” The post goes viral. The comments mock her mercilessly. That night, Sebastian finds her in a five-star hotel suite. His lips brush her ear, his voice low and dangerous. “So, Mrs. Sterling… about that appointment.” He thought he was buying a wife. She thought she was getting a paycheck. Neither expected to fall.

He is my guardian. My tormentor. My blood. Gabriel Castellan is a devil in a bespoke suit. Cold, ruthless, and devastatingly handsome, he rules a business empire with an iron fist and hides a soul blackened by a past I never knew. When my sister and I were brought to Castellan Manor, I thought it was salvation. Instead, it was the beginning of my descent into hell. He forced me into a cruel game, a twisted revenge for sins that weren't mine. He touched me, marked me, and whispered poison in my ear: "You are my possession. Your pain is my pleasure." I should hate him. I do hate him. I ran to the ends of the earth to escape his obsession. But when I finally stand at the altar with another man, ready to reclaim my life, he drags me back. And just when I think I'm about to taste freedom, he traps me against the wall, his voice a dangerous promise in my ear: "You don't know the truth, little lamb. The blood in our veins... isn't the same. The real hell is only just beginning." A twisted tale of love, revenge, and dark obsession. One man. One woman. A passion that is as forbidden as it is undeniable.