My whole life has been a lie.
I was sheltered and raised in a Catholic household. I was taught to dress a certain way.
Behave a certain way. Never having any free will of my own.
But all my Catholic beliefs went out the window when I met him.
I was only sixteen at the time.
Deimos…his name sounded so good coming out of my mouth.
Rumors were spread that Demios was just a myth that parents told their daughters to scare them into being obedient or else they would meet Deimos, the GOD of Terror and Dread.
I was determined to prove his existence, but I never imagined that the truth would be even more dangerous than lies.
As I dove deeper into the mystery, things got more complicated when I met Alexander, the handsome tattoo artist. My feelings for him became more apparent.
I never imagined I could love two people simultaneously.
Could I trust my heart? Or would it lead me down a path of destruction?
As the stakes increased and the dangers intensified, I had to make a choice: continue my search and risk everything to be with Deimos or lose my chance with Alexander.
