Her Wrath by C. M. Raven

I will have her, because she is mine.

Rosalia Vittare
When I was young, women were not invited to power; they were shoved aside, needed only for rank and pleasure. I paid attention. Watching from the shadows. Learning. Planning. Preparing.
Now, at fifty-one, I am a well-spoken myth. The feared one, more powerful than any of the men will ever be, because I am coming for them. For those who took mistook silence for weakness and believed they could take everything with their birthright alone.
In a world built on force, I am equalising what has been taken. There is no place for the naivety of love. It is a lie told to the foolish for control. I am no fool. I am Rosalia Vittare. I take what is mine. Eliminate what doesn’t belong. And live a life beyond what others believe possible.

Sophie Brooks
I am a hopeless romantic, always was, ever will. Not that I have much experience in that department, because I have standards. High standards. She has to be absolutely perfect. Eloquent and kind, caring and yet driven. I want her to love children, because I want nothing more than a family and to get married. I have the day of my dream already planned, and I can’t wait to walk down the aisle to meet the woman I love and grow old with her together.
My best friend, Luisa, and I just finished our master’s degrees, and before we both settle down, we want to travel the world. We have both been so focused on our studies that life has fallen somewhat short. Not this summer. This summer will be ours—At least I thought so. But when we reach Italy, a hell I never thought there was opens to swallow us whole.