Viper
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Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and oh, was I pissed. Because once you mess with Love, Vengeance will be sure to have her due. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- What happens when the person you love doesn't love you anymore? When you find your fiancé in the arms another? When the apartment you share together is vacated overnight, your bed left cold and empty, and no note, nothing to explain why? You snap. Lash out. Bad things happen. There's blood on your hands, vengeance in your heart, and an overwhelming desire in your soul to let all hell break loose.
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Book #2 of Things Trilogy Second chances. You'll do anything for it even if it means you fall apart, if only to spare yourself another regret gnawing at the hollow of your chest. But is it really worth the pain? In that graveyard of trust, you buried your heart beneath layers of bitterness and quiet despair, swearing no hand would ever touch its pulse again. They taught you the exquisite agony of being cherished, only to leave you hollow and convinced you are unworthy of devotion's gentle hands. What they took from was not merely time or peace-it was a life. But fate, ever merciless, delights in resurrecting old ghosts. The person who broke you once stands at your door begging to try again. And for a heartbeat, you ache to believe in miracles you no longer dare name aloud. Perhaps this time it won't end in ruin. But what is the worth of a love that must beg for resurrection? Is it worth reliving the pain you barely survived the first time? Or is this the one truth you can't outrun-that some things foretold are never meant to be rewritten, but to test whether you have finally learned that some ghosts are meant to stay buried-no matter how sweetly they knock at your door.

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