Tear Me Like A Pomegranate

They call it El Cielo Alto, the high heaven of Manhattan. A world built on luxury the powerful can afford.

Vivian Valentine has everything a woman is supposed to want. Beauty that turns heads, a name that opens doors. Marco Valentine, a man who rules the city's elite like a king behind closed doors. To the world, she is his flawless queen: the picture of grace, devotion, and perfection.

But beneath the marble floors and diamond chandeliers lies rot. This was not built on love, but on secrets, old, dangerous, and buried deep beneath their marriage vows.

They say every sinner has a story. Hers begins the night she stops pretending.

Because this isn't salvation, it's damnation dressed in silk. Desire can destroy faster than betrayal, the closer comes to a truth no one dares speak: not all sins are hidden. Some sleep beside you every night. And some the kind you feel in your chest, the kind that make you human are the ones that can't be forgiven.

As Vivian's perfect world begins to crumble, she will uncover the truth about her husband and herself. And when the masks come off, she'll find herself standing in the ruins of the life she once worshipped.