The Black Orchid

She was never meant to survive him.
Victor is the King of the Underworld, raised by blood, crowned by violence, and feared by all who whisper his name. Mercy was beaten out of him long before he learned how to love, to be human, and sin clings to his hands like a permanent stain.

Zanoah has been an outcast since birth. Unwanted, forgotten, expendable. When an old crime demands repayment, she is offered as the price, innocent flesh to satisfy a debt written in blood.

Innocent, yet condemned, she finds herself delivered straight into the claws of the beast who rules the dark.
She is innocence wrapped in scars.
He is guilt incarnate.
Her hands are soft like silk, made to heal, made to love, despite all she has endured. His are permanently stained with blood, fingers that have crushed throats, signed death warrants, and carried out punishment without hesitation or remorse. Where she sees pain and chooses understanding, he sees weakness and answers with suffering. Where she offers mercy, he offers agony.

He plans to break her.
To ruin her.
To leave nothing behind.
But some souls refuse to be erased.
As darkness tightens its grip and desire blurs the line between punishment and obsession, Victor is forced to confront the one thing he never expected to find in hell.. Hope. And Zanoah must decide whether love can survive where cruelty reigns.
Because in the Underworld, innocence is a curse...
and some flowers only bloom in darkness.

So, what happens when the girl he intended to annihilate dares to see the man buried beneath the king of horrors? Will she succumb, letting herself be broken piece by piece... or will she, with her own fractured soul, find a way to gather the shattered remnants of his humanity and force him to face what he has become?
This is not a love story born of light.
It is a tale of darkness, blood, and ruin,
where innocence stands before damnation,
and even the devil himself may bleed.