Living in Cartin, a small city with great wealth and old money to the East of the great kingdom of ANOZIRIA, an upper-middle class self-made CEO of the fast rising Dalton Group of Companies, ran the streets with sweet goodies from his wife's bakery, or dare he say high goodies; keeping both the young and the old of Cartin hooked on his sweets all year round and advertently gaining maximal control on the city. The quest for revenge had made John, an easy going accountant who enjoyed baking so much it led him to the open arms of his beautiful and pure hearted, freshly murdered, wife, a ravaging beast. The hospital room had been painted in her blood, with the words STAY AWAY FROM TLS, their new daughter in her orange cot at the far end of the room, wailing, and the child's grandmother crying and at the edge of almost tangible insanity. They would have to pay, by nook or by crook. Will he get burnt by the flames of his own madness or will his innocent daughter have to suffer for his uncontrollable pain?

Having lost the man she loved to the cold clutches of suicide, Amara's impulsive decision to join him leads her to accept the marriage proposal of a mysterious stranger she shares a drink with at a bar. Xelan's weddings were an awful affair, with each bride always dying once midnight arrived. Amara was meant to be no different until her bright brown eyes stared back at him on the morning after with a new tattoo of the moon over her heart. Thus begun the story of the grieving lover and the black widower, on the morning their marriage began.