I was the skeleton in the Rhode’s closet, the "trash" they kept hidden until I became the only thing they had left. Sold. Traded like a piece of meat to settle a debt I didn't owe. I expected Nikolai Ferro to break what was left of me. I expected a monster, who would finish the job my adoptive family started.
But Nikolai didn't want my tears. He sent me away, discarded me in the dark, and told me to become someone worth killing for. For five years, I bled, I fought, and I let the memory of his cold, possessive eyes turn my heart into a block of ice. Now i was back, and I’m not the girl who they sold . I was the storm. And I was going to make them pay,every single one of them.
They thought they were scamming me, giving me a broken girl to save their own pathetic skins. They didn't realize I’ve been searching for her . They didn't know that moon-shaped mark on her was burned into my memory long before I owned her.
She was a flickering flame, nearly extinguished. I didn't want a submissive doll; I wanted a Queen who could walk through hell beside me without flinching. So, I broke her heart. I sent her into the shadows to be forged into a weapon. I watched every strike she took, every kill she made, rotting in my own obsession while I waited for her to be ready.
Now she’s back, sharp as a blade and deadly. She thinks she’s here for revenge. She's here because I’m done waiting. She belonged to me, body, heart and soul. And every drop of blood she’s about to spill. I bought her, I built her, and now? Now I’m keeping her.