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In the shattered remains of a divided world, Rivermirror stands as a city of shadows—ruled by chaos, secrets, and ruthless ambition. Among its broken streets and hidden corners, two lives converge: Hound, a mercenary cursed by visions of fractured futures, and Argent, a deadly assassin whose silver-braided hair slices through enemies as easily as her carefully crafted lies. Bound by a soul brand, their uneasy alliance thrusts them into a heist that ignites a chain of betrayal, war, and unimaginable consequences. When a daring raid on River's military vault unearths a dark attribute symbiote and a mysterious core relay, the balance of power between two fractured nations is forever altered. As commanders plot revenge, and Rivermirror’s elites spin their webs of deceit, Hound and Argent must navigate a labyrinth of loyalty, survival, and ambition. But trust is a luxury in a city where betrayal is currency, and every choice pushes them closer to a future neither can fully control. With the line between villain and hero blurred, how far will they go to escape their fates? And what price are they willing to pay to survive in a world where hope is as fleeting as shadows? Dark, gripping, and unapologetically raw, Deep Down Your Black Heart is a dystopian fantasy that delves into the depths of ambition, morality, and the haunting weight of choices.

Ginelle Hayes est orpheline. Après avoir échappé à son tuteur abusif et au lourd secret qui l'entoure, elle erre seule dans les rues impitoyables de Londres. C’est alors qu’Eloïse Ashford intervient pour prendre soin de l’enfant démunie et la ramener dans sa luxueuse plantation, où elle l’élève comme si elle était sa propre fille. Dorian Don Ashford, un homme intense et énigmatique, revient de la mer, impatient de retrouver le confort de son domaine familial. Mais à son arrivée, il découvre une distraction inattendue sous la forme d’une petite orpheline. Les années passent. Ginelle devient une jeune femme d’une beauté fascinante, et son charme commence à fissurer la carapace de Dorian. Des émotions qu’il n’avait jamais ressenties auparavant le traversent, éveillant en lui un désir qu’il peine à réprimer. Cependant, un drame soudain bouleverse leur quotidien. Cette tragédie sera-t-elle le catalyseur qui les rapprochera enfin, scellant leur destin dans les liens de l’amour ? Ou bien, le passé refera-t-il surface, révélant des vérités dangereuses capables de détruire leur monde à jamais ?

J'ai été surclassée en première classe sur un vol de Londres à New York. La nourriture, le champagne et le service étaient impeccables. L'homme aux yeux bleus assis à côté de moi, encore mieux. Il était affable et intelligent. Nous avons discuté et ri, et quelque chose a cliqué. Le destin a pris le dessus et l'avion a été cloué au sol, et nous avons fait une escale inattendue pour la nuit. N'ayant aucun plan, nous avons fait le nôtre. Nous avons dansé et ri tout autour de Boston et avons passé une nuit de passion folle qu'aucune femme n'oubliera jamais. C'était il y a douze mois, et je n'ai plus eu de ses nouvelles, jusqu'à aujourd'hui. J'ai commencé un nouvel emploi et j'ai rencontré le PDG. Vous pouvez imaginer ma surprise de voir ces yeux bleus coquins danser de joie quand il m'a vue de l'autre côté du bureau en acajou. Mais je ne suis plus cette fille insouciante. Ma vie a changé, j'ai des responsabilités. Je viens de recevoir un e-mail. Il veut me voir dans son bureau pour un rendez-vous privé à 8h00. Les yeux bleus coquins n'ont pas leur place sur le lieu de travail. Quel genre de rendez-vous privé a-t-il en tête ?

Forced to take her sister's place as bride to the ruthless Lycan King Sebastian, Eleanor faces a marriage filled with cruelty and humiliation. Though she is his destined mate, Sebastian remains blind to their connection, his hatred for her ruining what should have been an unbreakable bond. When her powers emerge on her twentieth birthday, Eleanor finally gains the strength to defy her tormentor. But her bid for freedom ends in tragedy—captured, violated, and left for dead. In her final moments, she makes a desperate plea to the Moon Goddess for a second chance at life. Her wish is granted, sending her back in time with her memories intact and vengeance burning in her heart. But as Eleanor plots her revenge against the Lycan King, she stumbles upon dark secrets that change everything she thought she knew. The web of lies and betrayal runs deeper than she could have imagined, and the true villain may be hiding in plain sight.

On our first wedding anniversary, my husband came home with a woman who was six months pregnant. He introduced her as his cousin, someone who had fallen on hard times, and asked me to take care of her. I was just about to agree when fragments of imaginary commentary floated through my mind: [She's just my 'cousin'. Uh-uh, that's a cliche.] [Poor supporting female character! A maid by day, the husband's bedwarmer by night.] [But she totally deserved it! If she hadn't broken up the main couple, they'd have a whole soccer team of kids by now!] Wait—what? Supporting female character? Me? And what's this about breaking them up? So now these two get to cheat under my roof, and somehow I'm the villain? Before I could process it all, my husband was already dragging her luggage inside. "Alice doesn't like fried food," he said matter-of-factly. "And nothing too salty or spicy. Make sure you keep that in mind when you're cooking. "Oh, and pregnant women love sweets. Go out now and buy a cherry cake. The one from that bakery in the suburbs."

Stephen's beloved Phoebe fell into a coma. To everyone, I became the villain—accused of harming her out of unrequited love for Stephen. Mute, I had no way to defend myself before Stephen locked me away in the basement. He said I would only be freed when Phoebe woke up. Broken and hopeless, I succumbed to fear and starvation, eventually developing amnesia. Day by day, my memories began to slip away. Yet, Stephen, tears in his eyes, begged me not to forget him. But all I wanted was to leave it all behind and keep moving forward.

As the plane was going down, we discovered one of the parachutes was defective. In that life-or-death moment, Eugene Shaw handed me the last working parachute. I made it to the ground, but my illegitimate sister, Sharon Cook, was lost in the crash, her remains never recovered. After our rescue, Eugene kept his word and married me, fulfilling our engagement. The wedding was extravagant, but our marriage was a complete disaster. For six years, he lived with a searing hatred, convinced I was responsible for Sharon’s death. To him, I was a villain, and my life became a living hell. When we finally reached the end of our toxic marriage, Eugene dragged me back to the site of the crash, choosing to end both our lives in a twisted act of vengeance. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on that fateful day, just before the crash. This time, I decided to give the chance of survival to the person he loved most.