Blood on Gardenias​

Summary

Everyone claimed Michael Long was obsessed with me.

To force me to him, he severed my fiancé’s legs and sent them in a satin-lined box—my birthday gift.

I retaliated swiftly: had him kidnapped, cut his hamstring, and gouged out an eye.

He wasn’t angry. He just smiled, bloody and terrifying.

“See? We’re cut from the same cloth. A match made in hell.”

I smiled back, horrified he was right.

We spent eight years carving a path of blood.

Then a pristine, ethereal woman appeared beside him—clean, untouched by our filth.

She came to my door, flowing white dress like an angel.