Sinister Triangle

Jadilica and Alyssa had this killer romance that spanned a whole damn century, their love tougher than eternal night and twice as unbreakable. They thought they had it all—until Isabella crashed the party. This clueless housekeeper snagged a gig in their shadowy mansion, and boom, she's tangled up in feelings she didn't even know she could feel. Days blur by, and Alyssa can't keep her eyes off Isabella. It's wrong, it's hot, it's pulling Alyssa in like a moth to a flame. Caught between her forever fling with Jadilica and this fresh, forbidden spark with the human girl, Alyssa's ripping herself apart inside. Meanwhile, Jadilica's lurking in the corners, her vampire super-hearing catching every dirty thought and secret glance. She's seeing the betrayal play out in real time, her heart cracking like old porcelain with every stolen moment. But Jadilica plays it cool, stone-faced and silent. In a ballsy move, she decides to step back—lets Alyssa chase that mortal thrill, even if it guts her like a stake to the chest. Isabella's gonna die someday anyway, right? Why not let her girl have her fun? Jealousy's a bitch, though. It eats at Jadilica, twists her up until her cool cracks. In a blind rage, she pulls the ultimate fuck-you: bites Isabella, pumps her full of vampire blood, and curses her to immortality's lonely grind. Revenge tastes sweet at first, but it leaves a bitter aftertaste, staining their love pitch-black. Laughter's gone from the house now, echoes dying out. Jadilica gets it—some scars run too deep, some fuck-ups you can't forgive.