

It was on our wedding night when my husband stole my heartblood to save his childhood sweetheart. His lips were on my forehead as his dagger carved my chest open. "Good girl. This is the last time, I promise," he breathed bewitchingly, his scalding tears dripping on my skin. "Once she's better, let's consummate our marriage." That was what he said, but I had heard it countless times before. In my despair, I used my last ounce of strength to tug on his sleeve. He urgently drained my blood to save another woman, not even looking my way as he did. What he didn't know was that it was my last drop of heartblood. And I was going to die.

Jared Steele spends ten years composing hundreds of hit songs for his wife, Chelsea Locke, turning her from an unknown singer into a music queen. He loves her deeply, but discovering her with Dean Graham, his mother’s illegitimate son, shatters him. Enraged, he revokes all her song rights. Chelsea sees it as a game, pushing his limits—until her thousandth concert, when a lawyer’s notice confirms the revocation.