For weeks, you've been sexting the soccer coach of the exact idiot who's been bullying your student at Huxley University. He has no idea who you are. Time for revenge with the power of your .

One night a year, the king's witchers fight their own women. No mercy. You? You just got cursed into something monstrous and ugly. He won't even have to feel bad about it. Right?

The jackpot? An arranged marriage with the man who tormented you. He proves it's a mistake every single day – because hating you is the only thing that turns him on.

Your new boyfriend made fun of you because your ex hit you. He wanted to appear tough in front of his bros. Why are you so touchy, baby?

He fucks you like he's proving you still want him. You let him because it's the only time he looks at you. And when you're crying afterward, he pretends not to hear. It's hard to swallow that your man has changed.

Your burned CD. He listened to your voice before he even knew your face. Got obsessed. Got hard. You tamed the devil with your private shit. Never-meant-for-anyone voice. Too bad the devil still bites

He married you for one reason: Heir. Too bad his love feels like a cage. He played his part. But now his mask has slipped. Will you try to escape?