Love is fatal; a snake that slithers into your life, poisons you with its venom, and leaves you there to die. I swore I wouldn’t be my parents. I swore I would stay away from the limelight. Falling in love with a musician was definitely out of the question. Weston Carter was all kinds of wrong for a girl like me. He was musician, a womanizer, and a first class heartbreaker. I didn't know a love like this could exist. Our love was epic, the kind people wrote stories about. We fell into it hard, unable to control our feelings. I set myself up for a shattered heart. A broken life. A fucked up love story.

Our love had to live in the past… The first time we met I knew. She was perfection. I needed to know everything about her—what made her smile, what her lips tasted like, what her body felt like under my skin… But our love was fatal. The purest venom that seeped through my veins and embedded deep into my soul. Emilia was My love. My muse. The woman who owned my soul. The woman who shredded my heart to pieces.