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Present time Violet Hades Sinclair was the most confusing person I had ever met in my entire life. Looking at him felt like staring at an endless chessboard, one where every move he made had already been calculated long before I even touched a piece. And no matter how many times I tried, or how much effort I put in, I knew I would never truly win against him. The only chance I had of surviving this game was if I slowed down, studied the board, and gave it everything I had.But should I?Should I really give my all to a game where the ending was already decided? And even if I did, would there even be a happy ending waiting for me? I didn’t know. I didn’t want to know.All I knew was that he agreed to help me.For the first time in my life, someone was reaching their hand toward me. And for once, I was going to be shameless. I was going to grab that hand and use it. I would use Hades Sinclair, even if it meant losing what little humanity I still had left.I bit my lip hard enough to

RileyI had always hated Violet. From the moment we were kids, everything about her set my teeth on edge. She was everything I wanted to be, beautiful, rich, the kind of girl who turned heads the second she walked into a room. And to make it worse, my father was only the adopted son, while hers was the true Moore heir.At school they made fun of me. They called my dad a charity case. They said I was just a background character in Violet’s life story. The words stungViolet never did anything mean on purpose, at least that’s what everyone said, but she always had a way of showing she was untouchable. She would come to my rescue when people bullied me, acting kind and sweet, and everybody applauded her for it. If I’d been in her place, I would have bullied her, shown off my father’s money until people bowed. I wanted that life.So I prayed that somehow our lives could be exchanged. I don’t know who heard my prayer, God, the devil, or someone else, but someone surely did, because everyt

Silas Everyone knew Hades Sinclair. Hell, I thought I knew him better than most, we’d been close long enough to see the parts other people never did. Still, nothing could have prepared me for the line he dropped over the phone this morning. “That woman is going to be my wife. If she is the woman I’m going to marry, that means you’re going to be her lapdog. So do everything she asks, and ruin anyone who dares bully my wife. Or else, you’ll end up in the grave with them.” I sat in my office, listening like a fool. Wife. Lapdog. Ruin. Grave. Each word slammed into a different corner of my skull, ricocheting until nothing made sense. What the hell did he mean? Who was she, really? And why me? It was too much, then again, everything about Hades was always too much. Maybe that’s what made him Hades. He lived at an angle the world didn’t expect. The first time I met Hades was back in high school. It was a school full of rich kids who thought they owned the place. But the day he walked

Hello everyone. My regular updates will resume tomorrow. I wasn’t feeling well today, so I couldn’t update, but I promise to make it up to you with more than one chapter. And don’t worry, I know many of you have been eagerly waiting for that scene between Hades and Violet. I assure you, it’s coming soon and I’ll make sure it’s worth the wait. Thank you so much for sticking with me this far. If you can’t wait for more chapters, feel free to check out my second book, Please Me, Daddy, it’s just as exciting, and I’ll be updating it too. Let’s keep going together until the very end, and yes, let’s make some characters’ lives a little miserable along the way. Oh, and I’ve noticed many comments asking, What exactly is Hades? Could he be human or something else? I’d love to hear your theories!

Violet The room was so silent you could hear a pin drop. I could feel every single pair of eyes on me, even Silas’s, but I didn’t look up. I just stared at the now blank phone in my hand. The video had ended a few seconds ago, and I hadn’t even noticed how tightly I’d been holding it until my fingers went numb. Somewhere in the background the lawyer was still babbling, begging for his life, but I didn’t hear him. Sometimes there’s a moment when your emotions stop making sense. Sadness, anger, guilt, rage, all of it mixing together until you don’t even know what you’re supposed to feel anymore. That was me. “Please forgive my son!” a woman suddenly cried, dropping to her knees with a thud. Her hands trembled, her eyes darting up to mine. “Please, Violet. I know what they did to your brother is unacceptable, but please, can you just let it go? They’re only kids. They have a future ahead of them. If you let this video go public, they’ll lose everything.” I said nothing. Another w