Death Is Just The Beginning

She killed the man who made her life a living hell.

It was supposed to be a union built on power and wealth. Their marriage was arranged, binding two powerful families together. But for Valeria, it was a prison.

Trapped in a loveless marriage to the cruel and dangerous Rhysander, she endured years of abuse and torment. He owned her completely, treating her not as a wife, but as his property. Until one night, she finally snapped.

She ended his life with her own hands and buried him deep in the ground, believing that death would finally set her free from the vows she never wanted.

She was wrong.

Death was never the end. It was only the start.

Three days later, Rhysander walks back into their home. alive, breathing, and looking exactly as he did before. But the man who returns is not the same one she killed. He remembers the pain. He remembers the blade. He remembers being buried in the cold, dark earth.

And instead of hating her for it... he is obsessed.

Now, he is something more than human. Something darker, colder, and infinitely more dangerous. He feels no pain, knows no fear, and his love has twisted into something monstrous and beautiful.

"You took my life, Valeria," he whispers, his skin ice cold against hers. "So now, you own what's left of it."

Trapped in a nightmare she created, Valeria must live with the monster she brought back. He will protect her, possess her, and destroy anyone who stands in their way. Because vows were made, and promises were sealed in blood.

Till death do us part?

No.

Even death cannot tear them apart.