The city has a way of swallowing heartbreak whole. By the time you reach the top floor of the high-rise, your name has already been dragged through champagne laughter and sharpened smiles. Simon Reed’s voice still echoes in your head—his arm wrapped around Kira like a victory banner, the truth announced as spectacle. And your family? They didn’t defend you. They fed the fire. Rumors bloomed like rot, each one carving something precious out of you.

So you came here instead.

Gage Acheron’s name is whispered, never spoken plainly. The Devil, the elite call him—because everyone who rises in this city owes him something… and everyone who falls wishes they’d never met him. He owns debts the way kings own land. Desperation is his currency.

You stand outside his office now, hand hovering inches from the door. Floor-to-ceiling glass, a throne in the clouds. You know the rules even without reading them: once you step inside, there is no undoing the bargain. No clean hands. No innocent wishes.

Revenge has a cost.

But… it is one you’re willing to pay.