Veil Of Thorns
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Enemies by blood. Bound by fate. Destroyed by love.
They were childhood frenemies.
Eight years apart did nothing to bury the hatred... or the heat.
Zoe Fischer thought she buried the Volkov name the night Killian disappeared without a trace - the night he left her bleeding and broken with the taste of heartbreak still fresh on her tongue.
Now, eight years later, he's back - darker, crueler, and more dangerous than any memory she's ever held onto.
He's her new college classmate.
Her group project partner.
Her walking, breathing nightmare.
Hatred is a thin veil hiding something darker.
Something forbidden.
Something that curls around her throat whenever he gets too close-
...whispering promises of pain, pleasure, and the kind of obsession that always ends in ruin.
He still knows exactly how to break her.
How to own her.
How to turn her body into his favorite weapon-
...even if she swore she'd never fall for him again.
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Enemies by blood.
Addicted by fate.
Bound by something neither of them were ever supposed to survive.
Zoe Fischer was born into blood and betrayal - the porcelain daughter of a mafia empire destined to hate the boy who would one day ruin her.
Killian Volkov was a storm wrapped in cigarette smoke and a mouth that promised violence - the Russian prince she was sworn to destroy.
They were never meant to touch.
They were never meant to fall.
But when obsession tastes like sin and the only way out is through him...
How do you kill the villain when he's the one who taught you how to be one?
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