DEAR READER,

This story is venom wrapped in silk.

You are about to enter a world where love is weaponized, obsession breathes like oxygen, and pain becomes intimacy. Nobody in this book is innocent. Nobody wants saving.

She will ruin him slowly.

He will let her.

And somewhere between bloodstained loyalty, desperate hunger, and the kind of touch that feels like destruction, they will mistake obsession for love all over again.

This book is dark.

Not aesthetically dark.

Not “morally grey” dark.

Truly dark.

The characters are toxic, manipulative, violent, obsessive, and emotionally unstable. Their relationship is unhealthy in every possible way, and that is the point of the story.

If certain themes disturb you, please protect your peace and read the trigger warnings carefully before continuing.

But if you still choose to step inside these pages—

Welcome to hell.

Love,

Vani Rathore.

BLURB

Vivienne Laurent was the kind of woman people feared before they even understood why.

Cold. Beautiful. Untouchable.

The queen of a blood-soaked empire built on violence, power, and control.

And Adrian Reyes?

He used to be the only man she could never control.

Until he left her.

Now years later, Adrian is no longer the reckless boy who once loved her like worship. He’s a prostitute drowning in expensive hotel rooms, empty touches, and self-destruction—selling pieces of himself while pretending none of it hurts.

Then Vivienne walks back into his life.

And this time, she doesn’t come back for love.

She comes back for ownership.

What starts as a cruel game of obsession soon spirals into something far more dangerous: twisted desire, violent possessiveness, emotional addiction, and secrets buried so deep they should’ve stayed dead.

Because Vivienne doesn’t know how to love gently.

And Adrian has never known how to stop crawling back to the person ruining him.

They broke each other once before.

This time, they might not survive it.