The king of Ashes
Zainabfalcon villainbetrayed, then claimed by fatebetrayed, yet bound to the billionairefated to my enemy novel
The massive mahogany table was still scattered with her plans, with the samples of lace and fabric for a wedding that felt like a story from someone else's life, a cruel joke played by a merciless fate.
I picked up one of the creamy white invitations, its elegant script mocking me, and my hand was perfectly steady, my expression perfectly blank. Inside, where my heart should have been beating with grief or rage, there was nothing, just a cold, hollow, and endless void. She had not just broken my heart, she had ripped it out, taking the man I was becoming with her, leaving only the ashes, the cold, dead ashes of the king I thought I had escaped.
The King of Ashes was back on his throne, and h
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