I was exhausted.
The gamble I had staked everything on had failed, and I died unjustly.
All I can give you after returning from death is despair.
“I promise. I won’t stop until this revenge is over.”
Nourished by someone’s contempt, mistreatment, and betrayal, the revenge was blooming splendidly.
“I support you, Adeline.”
The softly whispering voice carried a gentle melody.
But the desire flickering in those eyes was as intense as Adeline’s revenge.
This might be a story about passion.
