Celeste Morrison was murdered in her last life by the fake heiress.
The husband she once feared most possessive, ruthless, turned out to be the one who loved her most.
He avenged her, then died for her.
Heaven gave her a second chance.
This time, she’ll cherish her husband properly.
But he keeps dodging her; she won’t give up.
Celeste’s daily life: doted on by the whole family, face-slapping scum, teasing her husband.
Dominic Blackwell catches her wandering hand. “Behave. Don’t move.”
Celeste presses a kiss to his Adam’s apple. “Look but don’t taste? Hubby, your standards are too high.”
Dominic Blackwell: “I’ve buried eight fiancées.”
Celeste: “Perfect. I’m hard to kill.”
Dominic Blackwell, frantic: “Stay away!!”
Celeste hugs him. “Don’t be scared. I’m here.”
Dominic Blackwell, eyes blood-red: “Come closer and you step into hell.”
Celeste: “If hell exists, I’ll walk it with you.”
“Wife, you started this. Don’t regret it. In this life, you’re mine only mine!”
“Mr. Blackwell, please take care of me for the rest of our days.”
