Chapter 1

Everyone said Damien Thorne was crazy in love with me.

To force me to be with him, he chopped off my fiancé’s legs and sent them to me as a birthday gift, neatly packaged in a box.

I retaliated by kidnapping him. I severed one of his Achilles tendons and gouged out one of his eyes.

He didn't get angry. Instead, he just smiled at me.

"See? I told you, we're two of a kind. A match made in hell, darling."

I smiled back, surprised to find myself agreeing with him.

Eight years we spent together, navigating a storm of blood and chaos.

Then, a woman appeared by his side. Pure as snow, untouched and ethereal.

She tracked me down, her long white dress making her look like an angel.

"Damien said you're too dirty for him. Only I am fit to stand by his side."

I shrugged, unimpressed. I nodded, then carved a knife across her beautiful face.

"An angel, huh? I wonder if there’s such a thing as a disfigured angel?"

Her screams, so utterly exquisite, were music to my ears.

I took a picture of her bleeding face and sent it to Damien.

"Your dog. Take her away."