Introduction
"There has been some editing done lately (2/6/2026)"
WELCOME TO AETHELSTAN
(Where Ambition Bleeds and Love is a Lie with Good PR)
Look, I didn’t set out to write a love story. I set out to write a war.
IVY & IRON is not a gentle book. It’s poison in a champagne flute. It’s a cracked watch ticking down to ruin. It’s two broken people holding matchsticks to a dynasty drenched in gasoline. If you want sweet romance, close this page now.
⚠️CONTENT WARNING:
This story bites. Hard. Expect:
Morally bankrupt billionaires (with excellent tailoring)
Psychological warfare (disguised as lab partner assignments)
Revenge so sharp it’ll slit your throat (and make you thank it)
Trauma, betrayal, pharmaceutical horror
A romance that’s less “meet cute,” more “meet corrosive”
✒️HANDLE WITH HATE (A NOTE ON PLAGIARISM):
These characters crawled out of my skull after midnight. This world? Forged from my obsession with gothic libraries and corporate rot. Steal a line, a character, a single cracked watch motif? I’ll find you. Caspian-style. (Legal footnote: All rights reserved, you gorgeous monsters.)
WHY YOU’LL DEVOUR THIS:
“Because you’ve never rooted for two people who should destroy each other......until you begged them to do it together.”
If any of these sound like your brand of chaos:
“She’s here to burn his empire. He’s here to watch her try.”
“Fake dating the enemy while sabotaging his family? Just Tuesdays.”
“That ‘dark academia’ aesthetic? Yeah, it’s literal.”
“I need more villains who kiss like tragedies.”
Step through the gates. Bring your best betrayal-proof blazer.
