A vow of Violence

THE KING IS DEAD. LONG LIVE THE MONSTER. Five years ago, Julian Thorne was the golden heir to London's most powerful banking dynasty. Then, his own brother paid to have him murdered. The world mourned. The family moved on. And his brother claimed everything Julian left behind-including Isolde Sterling, the icy, breathtaking heiress to the shipping empire. But Julian didn't die. He survived hell, forged in the brutal underground fighting pits of the East, and now... the ghost has returned home. He crashes his brother's engagement party with a scar on his face, violence in his veins, and a single vow: Burn it all down. He will strip his family of their fortune. He will expose the dark conspiracy that rules the city. But his sweetest revenge? Stealing the bride. Isolde knows she should run. The man who returned is a predator-cold, lethal, and terrifyingly seductive. But when he looks at her with those dark, possessive eyes, she realizes the terrifying truth: she doesn't want to be saved. She wants to burn with him. Revenge is a dish best served hot.

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The ride to the penthouse was silent. The rain hammered the roof of the blacked-out Maybach Julian had "acquired" from a Russian associate earlier that morning.

He wasn't staying at the Thorne Manor. That house was a nest of vipers, and he wasn't ready to sleep with one eye open just yet. He was staying at the Obsidian Tower, a brutalist spike of glass and steel overlooking the Thames.

Julian stripped off his wet coat, tossing it onto the Italian leather sofa. Beneath the suit, his body was a roadmap of violence. Scars-knife wounds, bullet grazes, burn marks-marred the tanned skin of his torso. Muscles coiled like steel cables under his shirt.

He poured a glass of whiskey. No ice.

"Sir," a voice came from the shadows of the hallway.

Kai stepped out. Kai was Julian's shadow. A Korean-British hybrid, lean as a whip, wearing a casual hoodie that hid a dozen concealed blades. He wasn't a servant; he was a brother-in-arms forged in the same hell Julian had escaped.

"Did you plant the bugs?" Julian asked, taking a sip. The whiskey burned, a welcome sensation.

"Every room in the Thorne Manor. Even the bathrooms," Kai said, a smirk playing on his lips. "Harrison is currently vomiting in the master suite. Your father is calling his lawyers."

"And Isolde?"

Kai paused. He walked over to the kitchen island, picking up an apple and tossing it in the air. "She went home alone. Harrison tried to go with her, but she put him in a separate car. She's interesting, that one. Her heartbeat didn't elevate when you broke that guard's ribs. It elevated when you kissed her hand."

Julian swirled the amber liquid in his glass. "She's not the girl I left behind, Kai. She's dangerous."

"She's a distraction," Kai warned. "We are here to dismantle the Syndicate that backs your father. We are here to take the legacy. Women are messy."

"Isolde isn't just a woman. She's the key to the Sterling shipping routes. Without her, Harrison is nothing but a trust fund baby with a drug habit."

Julian walked to the window, looking out at the sprawling, glittering city of London. It was a beast that ate the weak.

"Besides," Julian murmured, the memory of Isolde's scent-jasmine and rain-flooding his senses. He recalled the way the silk dress clung to the curve of her hips, the way her breath hitched when he loomed over her. It wasn't just strategy. It was a hunger that had been gnawing at him for five years.

"I intend to make her mine," Julian said, his reflection in the glass looking like a demon. "Harrison stole my life. I'm going to steal his future wife. And I'm going to make her enjoy every second of the betrayal."

Kai chuckled darkly. "You're a bad man, Boss."

"I know."

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Action Horror Modern Mystery

9.6

Guess Who's Not Sweet Anymore?

9.6

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Action Modern Mystery Romance Young Adult

7.6

No Longer Your Spare Part: The Luna's Revenge

7.6

The drill's whine was the only thing in my world, vibrating through my skull and drowning out my own screams. I was strapped to a cold metal table, paralyzed by wolfsbane, while surgeons bored into my hip bone to siphon my essence. "Just a little more," the surgeon muttered. "Isabella needs the boost for the wedding photos." They weren't saving my sister's life. They were harvesting my marrow just to make her skin glow for a picture. I looked at the observation window, begging with my eyes. Dante, the Alpha I had dragged from the jaws of death, stood there. He wasn't looking at me. He was holding Isabella's hand. He didn't know I was the one who healed him. He believed her lies. "Take it all if you have to," Dante's voice drifted through our fading mate bond. "Don't let her fade." The drill punched through. My heart stuttered and stopped. I died on that table, a hollowed-out husk used to feed my sister's vanity. "Seraphina! Are you deaf?" A sharp voice snapped me back into existence. I gasped, clutching my hip. No blood. No drill. No pain. I looked at the calendar on my father's desk. I was alive. And I had exactly one year before the surgery that killed me. I looked at my trembling hands and felt the ancient anger of my White Wolf stirring. I wasn't going to be the sacrifice this time. I was going to be the arsonist.

Action Romance Werewolf

9.6

Promises in the Grave

9.6

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Action Mafia Modern Mystery Romance

9.7

Sparks of Vengeance

9.7

After her husband Louis Banks supposedly dies in a car crash, his widow is left to face crushing debts and the loss of all assets. Years of poverty follow until a chance encounter reveals the truth: Louis is alive, wealthy, and flaunting his new life. He admits the entire tragedy was a scheme to exploit her. Consumed by fury, she dies, only to suddenly wake up on the day of the fatal accident. This time, she will not be a pawn in his billionaire game.

Action Billionaire Modern Mystery Romance

7.7

The Abandoned True Heiress's Lethal Comeback

7.7

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