After Staining My Hand With Blood, He Left Me — Novel

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In a world where love is forged in blood and betrayal, Melody Fairbank finds herself entwined in a twisted game with Marcus Stokes, a man who has both captivated and tormented her for eight long years. Their relationship, a chaotic dance between desire and violence, has reached a boiling point, marked by revenge, scars, and unspoken truths. As Melody grapples with her own darkness, she faces a haunting question: how far will she go to reclaim what was stolen from her?

When a new rival, the pristine Judy Moss, steps into the picture, the stakes escalate. Judy’s angelic facade masks a ruthless ambition that threatens to tear apart the fragile threads of Melody's connection with Marcus. With every taunt and every act of defiance, the lines blur between love and obsession, loyalty and betrayal. Will Melody's desperation lead her to cross the ultimate line, or can she somehow restore the balance of power before everything crumbles?

As blood spills and secrets unravel, the true nature of their bond is put to the test. In this high-stakes drama, where affection and violence intertwine, can Melody find a way to reclaim her heart without losing herself in the process?

After Staining My Hand With Blood, He Left MeChapter 1

Melody's POV

Everyone else said Marcus Stokes was head-over-heels for me.

But unbeknownst to them, he cut both of my fiancé’s legs off and wrapped them in a gift box for my birthday just to force me into a relationship.

So, in revenge, I kidnapped him, snapped one of his tendons, and gouged out one of his eyes.

Even so, he didn’t get angry and even smiled at me.

“See?” he said. “I told you, we’re the same kind of people. Meant for each other.”

I smiled back. For some reason, his words made sense.

Eight years with him, and I’d seen things most people wouldn’t believe: blood and storms, a life of chaos.

Then one day, a woman appeared at his side: pale, immaculate, like she’d walked out of a painting. She wore a long white dress that made her look almost angelic.

“Marcus said,” she started, “you’re too dirty for him. Only someone like me deserves to stand with him.”

Yet I didn’t take her seriously. I just nodded and used a knife to ruin that pretty face.

“An angel, huh?” I said, as I carved. “I wonder if angels can be disfigured.”

Her screams were awful, but they sounded musical to me.