I hate him. He hates me. There's nothing more to it. There's no chemistry between us, we don't secretly love eachother and there's no way we are going to end up dating eachother. This isn't some story on wattpad where the guy and the girl end up liking eachother when they hated eachother all this time. That dosn't even happen in reality. We just hate eachother period. But then just a silly mistake lead to another and now here I am. Tangled up into one huge mess. But now I'm in a mess where I can just tell him to just kiss me.

Jack the Ripper. The name strikes fear into the hearts of those living in Victorian London. Preying on innocent women, the mysterious murderer slinks along the cobblestoned streets undetected and disappears without a trace into the night. Diana Ashdown. Beautiful and adventurous, she never wanted to be married off and trapped in a marriage she didn’t choose. She longs to see the world and write about it, but in 1888, her opportunities to become a journalist are limited. Living in a lavish, gloomy home and married to the handsome, but cruel and coldly distant Lucian Ashdown, the Marquess of Aberaeron, Diana’s only job as a wife is to care for the children from the marquess' first marriage. But a chance encounter pulls her into the drama surrounding the murders in Whitechapel, and her investigative skills are put to use as she helps to unravel the deadly mysteries surrounding the Ripper. It isn’t long before Diana finds herself in the middle of the nightmare, with her own life on the line. As the murders continue and London is stirred into a panic, Diana realizes that the killer might be living closer than she’d ever imagined…even under the same roof. As she fights to save herself and London, Diana will encounter love, heartache, family, and blood. Lots and lots of blood.