[#1 in poweroflove] "And me? Where do I fit in this magnificent victory? Where does the beauty stand once the beast has eaten his prize?" He stepped closer, his gaze dark and unyielding. "You know exactly where you stand, Kashvi. By my side. I told you from the beginning - you belong to me." "No." She shook her head, tears finally carving a scorching path down her cheeks. "That's where you lied. You said you saw the real me. You said you loved my defiance. You said I was the truth in all your lies." Her voice broke as she whispered, "I was meant to be used... all for revenge. But-" ___________________________________________ Revenge was his first oath. Loving her was his last temptation." Kashvi is the one thing he shouldn't touch: the sister of the man who destroyed his family. But in the ruthless world of the #Syndicate, mercy is a myth and debts are paid in blood-or beauty. When a high-stakes #contractmarriage forces her into his gilded cage, Kashvi realizes her new husband isn't just a #coldceo; he's a monster with a crown. He didn't marry her for love; he married her for the ultimate #powerplay. He promised to break her. He swore to make her family crawl. But as the shadows of their #familyrivalry close in, the lines between hatred and obsession begin to bleed. He fell first, fueled by a dark need to possess. Now, they are both falling harder into a fire that could destroy both their empires. In a war between Saints and Syndicates, who survives when the heart becomes the battlefield?