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They called him a gentleman. They called her a jewel.
But beneath the chandeliers and whispered gossip of high society, Lucius Blackwell was no gentleman-he was hunger wrapped in velvet, obsession dressed in silk. And Ruby Ravencourt, with her blood-red gowns and flame-lit eyes, was not merely a jewel-she was temptation carved into flesh, a spark he would scorch the world to claim.
At a single masquerade, their fates tangled in a dance too intoxicating to sever. He whispered promises of possession, and she swore she would never fall prey to his madness. But society's rules are fragile masks, and behind them lurks desire, cruelty, and the kind of love that draws blood.
This is not a romance.
This is a coronation of madness.
And once Ruby wears his crown of thorns, there will be no escape.