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When something is forbidden, it becomes maddeningly tempting. Judas Barron, for example. Wicked blue blood and heir to a severely twisted cutthroat society. Everyone knew who he was and what crew he ran with - a clandestine group of filthy rich kids surrounded by ominous secrets. Secrets that were rumored to be dark, dirty, and stained with blood. It was never my intention to get tangled up with them, but Judas and I had a secret, too - one he was determined to make sure I took with me to my grave, which meant keeping me by his side.

Carnage and chaos unfold around me. Loyalties are tested. Truths start to unravel. When everything I know teeters on the verge of going up in flames, the only girl I tried to save may end up saving me.

I’ve been called the Devil, deranged, and a savage. I lived by a code created by rebel souls. We were sinners and thieves that made no apologies for taking whatever the f--k we wanted. Saving a girl in the woods was never part of my plans, but when I saw the crazy in her eyes, I knew it was a match made in hell. Now, secrets are piling up, the bodies are rotting, and time is running out to finish what I started. Forewarning, our story is more than a little f--ked up.

There are a million stories about naïve girls being taken by beautiful monsters. In some of them, the monster is a tortured soul with a damaged past, but even then, that monster is redeemable. This is not one of those stories. My monster is a villain with no redemption - one that revels in the malice he inflicts. My reality is dark. His demons are darker.

Rhett Sullivan: mysterious boy painted in shades of red. Nova Markov: eccentric girl dripping in sunshine. He was the type mothers warned their little girls about - a cocky, rich asshole with a pretty smile, unapologetically insane and wild. I was the type guys like him usually ignored - a free spirit who hid my crazy beneath an odd, good girl facade and the art hanging on my studio walls.

I was born an ordinary girl with a tiny seed of sickness. As I got older, it grew bigger, manifesting into something sinister. Mama told me to lock it away and let it wither. I didn’t know how. So I hid it. Solitude became my closest companion. Solo, single, lonely. Until Declan. Until Ethan. They were drawn to my sickness like moths to a flame. With them, I was nurtured into something special. With them, I flourished in depths of decay and darkness.

What happens when the role you pretended to play becomes your reality? Mateo Remmington is the elite king of a clandestine world brimming with sex, violence, and drugs. He's cunning, corrupt, and possessive to the point of insanity. I've just become his wife, his sole obsession. He’s my addiction, my one and only vice. And together, we play a game of ruin, murder, and betrayal, doing whatever it takes to win.

I already live there. I was forced to partake in a rigged game of seduction, manipulation, and murder. Mateo Remmington is my formidable opponent. He makes the devil look like a saint. He’s immoral. He's ruthless. He's a goddamn king - king of a clandestine empire who sits on a throne covered in innocents’ blood. I’ve become his obsession. He’s becoming my deadly addiction. And if I make one wrong move, he’ll end my life.

My reputation has always preceded me. I’m a brother to the queen of the Badlands. I’m one of the few confidants to her fiancé - the devil himself. And those whispered rumors that I’m a silent killer, a true harvester of souls? They’re true. People never see me coming. I don’t discriminate, I show no mercy, and I feel no remorse. My only loyalty is to my family, and when someone important to them goes missing, I vow to do whatever is necessary to track her down and bring her back.

I was forced to partake in a rigged game of seduction, manipulation, and murder. Mateo Remmington is my formidable opponent. He makes the devil look like a saint. He’s immoral. He's ruthless. He's a goddamn king. King of a clandestine empire who sits on a throne covered in innocents’ blood. I’ve become his obsession. He’s becoming my deadly addiction. And if I make one wrong move, he’ll end my life.

A national narrative history, with each episode built around the life of an individual woman.This is the half of history that many accounts leave out: teachers and traders, artists and entertainers, philanthropists and politicians, soldiers and scientists, mothers, maids and martyrs.They built the country we have today, yet when we wander around our cities, towns and villages, they seldom appear on the plinths and the plaques.These women very nearly invisible - although lots of very ordinary men - from unexceptional to outright disasters - find their names up in lights..This podcast aims to do...