Some stories start off like a fairytale.
Some start off mediocre.
Phoebe's started with untold tragedies.
With a burning desire for freedom.
A father who hates her.
Where she’s taught neglect and abuse is love.
She will stop at nothing to escape and reach her dreams.


Taeyung was a boy raised to be a monster.
A man with a deadly obsession.
Where power through fear and blood became a second language.
Her fire, her bite, her strength.
It was a trap and he fell right in.
Consumed by a desperation to own her.
He’d burn the world for her.
Tear down empires.
Nothing will stop him.
He would have her or no one else would.

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*This is a slow burn, enemies to lovers, Cinderella story with a kick ass female lead, who breaks through your typical narrative. The male lead is toxic and has a lot of growth to make but he does grow! So give him a chance, he may impress you*

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I woke up before Taeyung, which almost never happened.


Usually, that man could sleep through an earthquake if I was not the one waking him up. I quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb him, and made my way into the kitchen.


Christmas was only a few days away, and for some reason, I was ridiculously excited.


I had never really gotten to experience Christmas growing up. Not the way normal people did. No decorating the tree, no waking up early because you were excited to open presents, no family breakfast while Christmas music played in the background.


So, I decided I was going to make up for lost time.


Even if I had to drag my overly rich, overly obsessive fiancé through every Christmas tradition known to mankind.


Just eggs, bacon, toast, and some fruit.


I was standing at the stove when I heard footsteps behind me.


Chapter 223 - Decorating