Is 'King Of Scars' Part Of The Grishaverse?

Rainy nights in Sicelia were always thick with the stench of rust and gunpowder. Rumors had circulated that the newly appointed Don of the Romano family, one of the most powerful mafia clans, had been badly disfigured in a fire. His temper had grown brutal, and three fiancées had already been driven to terror. When the news reached the Deluca family estate, my so-called sister had collapsed in tears and begged me to take her place and honor the engagement. I had watched her act in silence before kicking her to the floor. I had said calmly, "When I was brought back into this family, you were afraid of losing your status. You rushed to secure the marriage alliance to protect your position. Now that your fiancé is disfigured and you can't bear to face that scarred monster, you want to shove me into the flames instead?" At that moment, my childhood sweetheart had burst through the door. He bent down and helped my fake sister to her feet, his concern plain to see. "Elena, don't be so ungrateful," he snapped. "This marriage was yours from the beginning. Now it's simply returning to its rightful owner. Tomorrow, I'll be holding a grand wedding with Rosa. As for you, you can obediently go and serve that monster." My parents had stormed in as well, pointing at me and cursing without restraint. As I looked at the selfish faces before me, I drew a slow breath. Resolve hardened in my eyes. "Fine," I had said quietly. "Then all of you can come down to hell with me."

Emily deceives Emeline her twin sister and all her family members. She crushed their souls and nearly brought disgrace to the family. You can't do this me, remember you left him on your wedding day. "You would have disgraced mum and dad." I reprimanded. "Emeline, I made a mistake yes I made a mistake by leaving him on the altar on our wedding day that was my biggest mistake trust me. I do regret it. I wish there is something I could do about it." Emily said. "But I'm here to set things right. I'm here to take back what is mine; I'm here, so you are not needed anymore." Emily harshly said. Emily leaves her husband to be at the altar on their wedding day, Emeline been the angel she is decided to save the day. Some few months after the wedding, Emily comes back claiming what is rightfully hers but stupidly threw it all away. Will Emeline be the feeble being she has always been and let her sister have her way or will she fight for what is rightfully hers. Follow me on the triangle love story. Scars of love is one massive and hell of a story. Cover by: EB_Writes

A drunken mistake binds arrogant playboy Jake to shy, invisible Natalie. Betrayal, tragedy, and a broken engagement drive them apart-until years later when they are thrown together by Fate. She comes back as the doctor who can save his life, and the secret she carries may build or destroy everything for him all over again.

"He shattered her heart. Now she's back, but with his secret and a storm of revenge" Five years ago, Elena once loved Grayson Wolfe with everything she had until he betrayed her. Leaving her broken, abandoned, and pregnant. Now a powerful woman, Elena returns with a single mission: destroy the man who ruined her life. But nothing is ever that simple. Grayson isn't the same ruthless billionaire she left behind. He's colder, darker, and dangerously obsessed with uncovering the truth she hides. As old sparks reignite and secrets unravel, Elena finds herself caught between vengeance and desire, hate and love. But the biggest secret of all? A child! The daughter Grayson never knew existed. In the world of betrayal, twisted passion and second chances, can two scarred hearts find redemption? Or will revenge tear them apart for good?

Everyone in the city knows that Michael Shaw despises me to my core. He even takes pleasure in humiliating me in public at banquets. He sneers, "My family made its fortune through gambling. Nancy Jackson is just a pretty face who can't even recognize all the suits in a deck of cards. Marrying her would be worse than marrying an inflatable doll that at least reacts!" Still, the marriage agreement between our families comes first. On top of that, the fake heiress, who is his true love, can't have children. So, he forces me to gamble with him. "If you lose, I want your womb to bear me a child. You have to get a C-section without anesthesia," he demands cruelly. I've long had enough of him always giving me a hard time. A soft laugh escapes my lips, and I reply, "Fine. If I win, then I want your manhood, Michael." The crowd bursts into laughter. Everyone says that I'm overestimating myself. Everyone knows Michael is the best gambler in the city. I lower my eyes and say nothing. Indeed, he is one of the best. After all, five years ago on a stormy night, I was the one who held those hands and taught him how to cheat for the first time to stay alive.

The day before the piano competition finals, my boyfriend deliberately locked me on the rooftop to help his childhood friend win. He stared at me intently, his voice low and steady. "You'll have plenty more chances. Can't you just let her have this one?" Later, to secure her spot in the orchestra, he went so far as to break my fingers with his own hands. I confronted him in anger, demanding to know why he would do this when we were supposed to be in a relationship. He looked at me solemnly and said, "Susan, Miranda's mother saved me all those years ago, and now I have to fulfill this wish for her." What he didn't understand was that for me, losing the use of my hands felt like losing my very life. After I made the decision to stop loving him, he shattered his own hand, hoping to get my forgiveness.