Consider this your only warning.Sinners Island is not on any map. It has no laws, no mercy and no way out. I woke up there with a collar locked around my throat and three men in glass masks who already knew exactly how to ruin me. They said I lied. Said I owed them everything. So they took it. Every. Single. Thing. The problem? I stopped wanting them to stop. Three masked men. One filthy secret. And a darkness so addictive I'm not sure I want to find my way out. The glass slipper fit. The chains didn't. You've been warned.

Fairy tales don't bleed. This one does. Sinners Island isn't on any map. It has no laws, no mercy and no way out. I woke up there in chains, dangling from the rafters, with three men in red apple masks who already hated me for something I didn't do. They said I lied. Said I owed them everything. So they took it. Every. Single. Thing. The problem? I stopped wanting them to stop. Three masked men. Two years of misdirected rage. One princess who was never going to beg for forgiveness she didn't owe. And a darkness so addictive I stopped looking for a way out. Mirror mirror on the wall. The fairest of them all didn't wait to be saved. She made them beg for forgiveness instead.