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We are sworn enemies. We have hated each other since childhood. Then he became the dangerous, ruthless Mafia king who forced me into a marriage. Now, he’s the only thing standing between me and a bullet. I hate him. Damon Devere is a monster. To the world, he’s a powerful billionaire tycoon. In the shadows, he’s "Satan," the merciless ruler of the underworld. And he is the man who ruined my life. When my mother was attacked and no hospital would dare save her, I had no choice but to beg him for help. He agreed, but his price wasn't money. It was me. Overnight, I became his wife. He gave me a ring, a fortress, and a cage. He is cold, possessive, and cruel. He threatens any man who looks at me and watches my every move with a dark, burning obsession. He calls me his "little lamb," assuming I’m just a helpless girl trapped in his dangerous game. He has no idea about the secrets I’m hiding or the skills I possess. He has no idea that his new wife is just as dangerous as he is. But when his enemies close in and our fake marriage turns into a bloody fight for survival, the lines between hatred and desire begin to blur. I swore I would never belong to Damon Devere. But as the bullets fly, I’m forced to ask the most terrifying question of all: Did he force me into this marriage to destroy me... or is he the only one who can truly save me?

Her mother's last words came through the laundry chute door: "Don't ever tell them your name." Her father's last sound was a gunshot. Ianthe Solvane was nine years old. She lost both parents in a single night, and she kept her mother's promise for fifteen years. She built a life from stolen papers and cold arithmetic, hiding a burning mark beneath a bandage and swearing she would never again love anyone who could be taken from her. People were a risk. Numbers were safe. Then a rival syndicate offered her one job: audit Alpha Theron Valdris, find his weakness, and vanish with enough money to start over. She never expected to find him. A billionaire whose name silences boardrooms. A man bound to a Luna the moon supposedly chose, and slowly becoming someone he no longer recognizes. A man who wakes at night with blood on his hands and no memory of how it got there. The moment his fingers touch hers, her mark ignites, his eyes turn gold, and a three-year-old lie begins to crack. The bond is forged. The ledger in her hands is written in her family's blood. And the only way to break the lie is a failsafe that will kill him. Forty days until the Blood Moon seals the forgery forever. Forty days of smiling at the woman who built the trap, trusting no one, and watching the man she was never supposed to want fade a little more each night. With every touch, her mark burns brighter and her body grows weaker. She came to destroy the man who might have taken everything from her. Now she is the only one who can save him, and the price may be her last breath. The moon never chose her. But it never once chose wrong.

They called her the Queen of St. Jude. Untouchable. Fearless. The only girl who ever dared stand between the cruel and the cursed. Clara Hayes spent three years shielding Zade Vance, the Director's hated son, from every fist at the Institute. She never knew he was already paying for her kindness in blood. Then the Director set his trap. One night. One fire. One betrayal engineered so perfectly that neither of them could see the truth. Zade was forced to turn on the woman he loved, and Clara was left to burn. By dawn, she had vanished. Her child was stolen from her arms. Her memories were shredded inside a black-site ward. Two years later, a woman called Ghost walks the dark web. The deadliest assassin alive, with no past, no mercy, and one contract she can't refuse: a hit that leads her back to the cliffs of St. Jude. Zade is no longer the boy she remembers. Broken and rebuilt, he rules two cartel empires with a smile that makes grown men pray. He has spent two years hunting the woman who abandoned him, and the moment she walks his halls in a servant's uniform, he knows her. He'd know her in the dark. In his grave. He should hate her. He wants to ruin her. And God help him, he has never stopped loving her. Now she serves him by night, hiding her blade and her secrets, while his enemies circle and her twin sister's poison creeps closer. The Director wants them both dead. A stolen child is waiting to be found. Hunters become hunted. Allies become liars. And when the walls of St. Jude finally fall, only one of them may walk away. Some debts cannot be forgiven. They can only be paid in blood.