Angela

Summery:

Flowing golden hair, a body tracing graceful curves, a beauty that lingers in the air like a fragrance.

Those who had been momentarily bewitched by her angelic appearance all spoke in unison.

Angela Bilton was a demon that had crawled out of hell.

Perhaps that resentment had piled up so high it reached the heavens.

“I’ll plant a beautiful flower garden in your desolate heart. If you want to live, if you don’t want to die… sprout, bloom, and bear fruit.”

Ever since she heard those ominous words in a nightmare, Angela felt excruciating pain in her heart every time she committed an act of evil.

And yet, habits ingrained over long years were not so easily broken.

There was only one person who could change her—

“Lady Bilton. Do not test my patience. Even I have my limits.”

The one thing she wanted in this world, the only thing she longed to possess—Kalian Florence.

Yet the cold-hearted man knew nothing of the sacrifices Angela had made for their engagement, offering nothing but reproach.

“Even you, my lord, do not trust Lady Angela?”

At least, until the day an ally finally appeared for the woman who had become docile from pain.