Pure Evil by Stella Andrews

I breathe vengeance and taste pain.
Beneath the tailored suits and silk shirts beats a heart with no mercy.
My billions lie on top of broken souls and tortured endings.
I am evil and I accept I always will be.
My plan. To hide behind innocence to play my enemies at their own game and bring them down.
I have the perfect weapon.
I rescued an angel who believes I am a good man.
Noble, charitable, fair, and true.
She desires me, craves my wicked touch, and drowns in my depravity.
She is pure. I am evil.
She is my fair lady — my Eliza Doolittle if you like. A blank canvas on which I will create a masterpiece. Somebody to fool the most discerning eye.
But I am no gentleman. I am the man she fears the most. The devil waiting behind the mountain range.
I will teach her how to be my perfect woman and she will thank me for it.
I am the master of the game.
She doesn’t even realize we are playing one.
She signed a contract inked in tears and sealed with blood. Now she is mine and there is nothing she can do about that because hidden in the small print — she gifted me her soul.