In my monochrome world I dreamed to see and feel colors again despite how intimidating and manly I look. Her. The woman who made me feel colors again with her love and made me see them using her smile. -Xavier Giovanni to Naomi Xyrin Valencia

The name Mr. Xuanez was enough to send chills down spines. Ruthless. Unforgiving. A ghost in the underworld, his mere presence commanded fear, his icy demeanor making him untouchable. Deals were sealed with a glance, and enemies were buried with a whisper. No one dared to challenge him. Until her. She smelled of cinnamon and fresh bread, of warmth he hadn't known in years. But beneath the sugar-coated sweetness was something sharper-a bite that rivaled his own. She wasn't afraid of him. Worse, she refused to back down.

It's funny how her name, Azelea, means God has spared, and yet her life is like a cruel joke because it's the opposite of that. Her life is all about hiding and pretending. Her own emotions and feelings are kept and locked into the deepest part of her, where they need to stay buried for the sake of her own survival. There's no way for her to escape her hell of a life. Not until Alexei Maxim Volkov---the Bratva's supposed to be dead king---barged into her life, bloodied and laughing at the trail of demise around him. His hand is extended for Azelea, and all she has to do is reach for it. But she has a feeling that he will not bring her to paradise, and instead... he has every intention to lead her through inferno. Written by: MsButterfly Cover by: Yrra Book Cover