Where Love and Hate Fade

I am the eighteenth-generation grave keeper of my family. By accident, I once saved a woman from Arlington's elite circle—Kayla Anderson—who was being buried alive.

With my cover, Kayla faked her death and escaped, then returned to Arlington with blood in her eyes. One by one, she hunted down her enemies. Afterward, she offered herself to me along with a dowry of one million. I said yes.

Five years later, Stefan Harvey—the man she once loved—got divorced and returned to the country for treatment. He needed rare herbs for his medicine.