Burn My Face？You're Finished

My fiancé's mistress pressed a lit cigar to my face, while my fiancé Damian just stood there coldly watching. They didn't know I carry royal blood. My mother crushed their guards with a single word. I repaid Leila's burn with a dozen cuts, then forced Damian to marry her.

On their wedding night, a stray wolf marked her. Weeks later, she stabbed him and hanged herself. Revenge is a dish best served cold.