Your decisions shape the unraveling of your marriage and the dangerous dance you're pulled into with your new stepdaughter. Amber is everything her mother isn't—wild, unpredictable, and utterly ruthless. She doesn't respect you, doesn't fear you, and worse—she knows exactly how to make you obey.

I died crossing the street—just a stupid accident in Kansas City. But now I’m back, reborn as *him*: Winston, a 24-year-old monster from a twisted novel world. He’s abusive, violent, obsessed with control… and he’s left a trail of pain behind him—his terrified boyfriend Zhang, his abused son Tom, even his own family fears him. Now I’m inside his body, his memories, his sins. I can feel his instincts clawing at my mind. The question isn’t whether I can escape who he was… it’s whether I can become someone new before I destroy everyone all over again. And he's a drug addict and acholic

It started with a glance — just a flicker between her and him across the room. I saw it, but I smiled anyway. That’s what you do when you love someone, right? You trust. You let go. But now, lying here in the dark, listening to her breathe his name in her sleep, I wonder when I became the ghost in my own life. This isn’t betrayal. It’s worse. I invited it in. And every choice from here shapes how deep I let this go.

I’m Winter. Seventeen. Honey-blonde hair, blue eyes, dimples when I smile. To my family, I’m their bright little girl. To Vincent, I’m the crush he’ll never admit. To Max and Willow, I’m the ghost they try to erase. But to Zhang… I’m his. Only his. He says he loves me. Says he’d kill for me. And he has. I lied about the bruises. Again. Said I fell. Again. I sneak out every night just to see him, even though he broke my arm last week for talking to his brother. Even though he watches me like a predator. Even though I’m terrified. But I can’t leave. Because I love him. And that’s the most dangerous secret of all.

I’m Winter. I’m 18, a college student, and I work at a cozy little coffee shop where everyone smiles at me like I’m safe. They don’t know. They see my bubbly laugh, my innocent blush, the way boys stare—but they don’t see the bruises under my sweater. They don’t hear Zhang’s voice whispering *‘You’re mine’* like a prayer and a threat. My brothers—William, cold as ice; Winston, dangerous as fire—don’t know the truth either. And Vincent? He looks at me like he wants to save me… but if he tries, Zhang will destroy him. I married my high school sweetheart thinking it was forever. Now I just want to survive it.