"A fiery red, yes, fit to dethrone passion and all other-worldly desires." Amon felt nostalgia deliver a blow to his psyche. The corners of his mouth betrayed his dispassionate expression. "'Crimson,' she called it." Realization hit him and, for a split second, he wished she never trusted him like she did.

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A vixen with an unsettling temper. An amateur dominatrix in a world where men reigned supreme. An unfitting heiress to her family's fortune.

An exceptional actor in the world's play. A talented butler with an ominous past. A father figure that no one dared to cross - except for her, the one who vied for control the most.

Allyson Kaye and Amon Emory were always an unlikely duo, but playing the role of antagonists in their own story was an inevitable feat. Alliances slowly, yet surely, unravelled. Rivalries returned to haunt the two. Their game of cat-and-mouse drew closer to an end with every lie and scheme meshed into their horrific web. It was only a matter of time until they got tangled in, too.

Then, as if overnight, time became their greatest threat.