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King of Wrath by Ana Huang
emotional
funny
lighthearted
relaxing
sad
tense
fast-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? Yes
- Flaws of characters a main focus? No
4.25
💭You ever pick up a book expecting some classic billionaire romance shenanigans, only to get absolutely *wrecked* by how much you *care* about the characters? Yeah, that was me with *King of Wrath*. Ana Huang said, “Let’s take an arranged marriage trope, sprinkle in some *actual emotional depth*, and make everyone suffer a little,” and I ate it up.
Plot? Oh, it’s giving drama.
Dante Russo —cold, calculating, richer than God. A man with all the power in the world, except when it comes to escaping a forced engagement. *Tragic.*
Meanwhile, Vivian Lau—poised, independent, the kind of FMC who knows her worth—finds herself shackled to a man who views marriage as nothing more than a business deal. Except… plot twist! Forced proximity has a way of *ruining* a man’s ironclad control, and watching Dante go from “I don’t do love” to “I will burn the world for her” was "delicious".
Now, here’s where it gets fun. Forced to play the perfect couple in public, Dante and Vivian start catching feelings—aka, the worst possible thing that could happen to a man who swore off love. Cue the slowest of slow burns, the steamiest tension, and a whole lot of Dante losing his mind whenever another man so much as looks at her.
Let’s talk tropes, baby:
✔️ Arranged marriage (but make it angsty)
✔️ Billionaire romance (obviously)
✔️ Grumpy x Sunshine (Dante is allergic to happiness, and Vivian is his cure and with a side of sizzling tension)
✔️ Slow burn (or rather, slow suffering because Dante fights his feelings like a fool)
✔️ Steam. SO MUCH STEAM.
✔️ Possessive hero (but in a way that made me feral, not annoyed)
Things I Ate Up:
🔥 The pacing was perfect. I read this in 1.5 days because I physically could not stop. Every chapter had something happening—tension, drama, steamy glances, boardroom power moves, groveling (oh, the groveling).
🔥 Dante was exactly the kind of morally gray hero I love—dangerous, powerful, yet completely *feral* for the woman he refuses to admit he loves. Dante being an unhinged simp in denial. He swears he’s just in this for business, but every time Vivian walks into a room, his entire brain malfunctions. He thinks she’s a distraction when really, she’s the only thing keeping him from imploding.
🔥 Vivian being a queen. She wasn’t some pushover heiress. She had goals, dreams, and an entire life beyond Dante. She challenged him at every turn and made him work for her love. We respect that.
🔥 The tension. The angst. THE MOMENTS. The accidental touches? The forced domesticity? The jealousy? Yeah, I lived for it.
#HeBeggedAndWeLovedIt
𝐏.𝐒. I cannot wait to get my hands on Kai and Isabella’s story—because if this book was this good, I already know King of Pride is going to destroy me.
𝐏.𝐏.𝐒 If a man ever looks at me the way Dante looks at Vivian by the end of this book? Yeah. I’m done for.
🔸𝑴𝒚 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈: ⭐⭐⭐ ⭐.25
🔸𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: Contemporary Romance
🔸𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔: King Of Sins (Book 1)
🔸𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒚: 🌶️🌶️🌶️
🔸𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏: Yes
If you love your romance with a side of power struggles, scorching chemistry, and a hero who "begs" (yes, BEGS), King of Wrath delivers.
Now excuse me while I go reread all the favorite scenes.😉
🔸 𝑭𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑸𝒖𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔:
"The insults with a grain of truth always cut the deepest."
"feelings didn’t disappear just because people parted ways.
They did, however, dull with time."
"The sight of a laughing, unguarded Dante was utterly catastrophic for my ovaries."
“You forget.” I pressed my fingers against her nape, forcing her to look up at me. “You’re my fiancée. Not Kai’s. Not anyone else’s. I don’t give a fuck how handsome they are or what type of accent they have. You’re mine, and no one…” I dipped my head, my lips brushing hers with each word. “Touches what’s mine.”
Vivian’s breathing shallowed, but a hint of fire returned to her voice when she spoke again. “I’m not yours. Our engagement is, as you’ve told me many times, just business. Or are you the one who’s forgotten?”
“I haven’t forgotten anything.”
"You can support someone without fixing everything for them. They have to learn from their own mistakes."
“Yes, but I’ve seen the way he looks at you.” She ran the last dirty dish under the water. “It’s not about business.”
“How does he look at me?”
Janis smiled. “Like he never wants to look away.”
"Trust me,” I said quietly. “Of all the things you do to me, putting me to sleep isn’t one of them.”
“Cowards always pick on people who can’t fight back.”
"I’d spent my life honing my control. Enzo Russo had drilled its importance into me since I was a child. Even when I occasionally lost my temper, I never lost sight of the bigger goal.
But I’d also never met anyone like Vivian.
Of all the people in my life, she was the only one who could make me lose control."
“I don’t give a fuck how long you and Vivian have known each other or how long ago you dated.” Dante’s soft snarl sent ice skittering down my spine. “You don’t touch her. You don’t talk to her. You don’t even fucking think about her. If you do, I’ll break every fucking bone in your body until your own mother won’t recognize you. Understand?”
"I’d kissed my fair share of men over the years, but none had ever kissed me like this.
Like they were a conqueror hellbent on breaching my defenses.
Like they were trapped in the desert and I was their last hope for salvation."
“Because you’re mine.” His teeth scored my neck. “You wear my ring. You’ve come on my face and hand. You live in my head all the fucking time, even if I don’t want you to...” His palm slid to my hip, where his fingers dug grooves into my skin. “And God, I want to punish you for driving me so damn crazy. Every. Single. Day.”
"Once upon a time, I’d loved him, and I felt guilty for the way things had ended between us. But it’d been two years. I wasn’t the same person I’d been when we dated, and I hadn’t felt anything except surprise, sadness, and a bit of annoyance when we talked.
All this time, I thought I’d missed Heath, but I missed the idea of him. I missed having a partner. I missed being loved and being in love.
Unfortunately, I could no longer find those things with him."
"There’d been a moment yesterday when I thought I might lose her. The prospect had unlocked a level of fear I hadn’t experienced since I was five."
"My head and heart waged civil war against each other and, for the first time in my life, my heart was winning."
“You can’t see the stars in New York,” Dante said. “So I brought the stars to you.”
"Sometimes, it was the simple things in life that kept us going."
"Moving on didn’t always involve big gestures or heavy talks. Sometimes, the most meaningful moments were the small ones—a softening glance here, a simple but sincere apology there."
"Like I said, I’d been to Paris many times.
But this was the first time I was actually falling in love in the City of Love."
“No one’s perfect. Sometimes, our partners will do things that drive us mad. I know I have habits Gunnar can’t stand. But the difference between the couples who make it and those who don’t is one, understanding what your dealbreakers are, and two, being willing to stick it out through the issues that aren’t dealbreakers.”
"Admitting weakness, much less desperation, was unheard of for a Russo. Hell, I didn’t even admit when I had a cold. But denying my feelings had landed me in my current hell, and I wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice.
Not when it came to Vivian."
“That I needed to fight for you. And he was right.”
"Love wasn’t always about the big moments. More often, it was tucked in the small moments connecting the major ones."
"A part of me would always find my way to her. She was my North Star, the brightest jewel in my sky
Plot? Oh, it’s giving drama.
Dante Russo —cold, calculating, richer than God. A man with all the power in the world, except when it comes to escaping a forced engagement. *Tragic.*
Meanwhile, Vivian Lau—poised, independent, the kind of FMC who knows her worth—finds herself shackled to a man who views marriage as nothing more than a business deal. Except… plot twist! Forced proximity has a way of *ruining* a man’s ironclad control, and watching Dante go from “I don’t do love” to “I will burn the world for her” was "delicious".
Now, here’s where it gets fun. Forced to play the perfect couple in public, Dante and Vivian start catching feelings—aka, the worst possible thing that could happen to a man who swore off love. Cue the slowest of slow burns, the steamiest tension, and a whole lot of Dante losing his mind whenever another man so much as looks at her.
Let’s talk tropes, baby:
✔️ Arranged marriage (but make it angsty)
✔️ Billionaire romance (obviously)
✔️ Grumpy x Sunshine (Dante is allergic to happiness, and Vivian is his cure and with a side of sizzling tension)
✔️ Slow burn (or rather, slow suffering because Dante fights his feelings like a fool)
✔️ Steam. SO MUCH STEAM.
✔️ Possessive hero (but in a way that made me feral, not annoyed)
Things I Ate Up:
🔥 The pacing was perfect. I read this in 1.5 days because I physically could not stop. Every chapter had something happening—tension, drama, steamy glances, boardroom power moves, groveling (oh, the groveling).
🔥 Dante was exactly the kind of morally gray hero I love—dangerous, powerful, yet completely *feral* for the woman he refuses to admit he loves. Dante being an unhinged simp in denial. He swears he’s just in this for business, but every time Vivian walks into a room, his entire brain malfunctions. He thinks she’s a distraction when really, she’s the only thing keeping him from imploding.
🔥 Vivian being a queen. She wasn’t some pushover heiress. She had goals, dreams, and an entire life beyond Dante. She challenged him at every turn and made him work for her love. We respect that.
🔥 The tension. The angst. THE MOMENTS. The accidental touches? The forced domesticity? The jealousy? Yeah, I lived for it.
#HeBeggedAndWeLovedIt
𝐏.𝐒. I cannot wait to get my hands on Kai and Isabella’s story—because if this book was this good, I already know King of Pride is going to destroy me.
𝐏.𝐏.𝐒 If a man ever looks at me the way Dante looks at Vivian by the end of this book? Yeah. I’m done for.
🔸𝑴𝒚 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈: ⭐⭐⭐ ⭐.25
🔸𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: Contemporary Romance
🔸𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔: King Of Sins (Book 1)
🔸𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒚: 🌶️🌶️🌶️
🔸𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏: Yes
If you love your romance with a side of power struggles, scorching chemistry, and a hero who "begs" (yes, BEGS), King of Wrath delivers.
Now excuse me while I go reread all the favorite scenes.😉
🔸 𝑭𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑸𝒖𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔:
"The insults with a grain of truth always cut the deepest."
"feelings didn’t disappear just because people parted ways.
They did, however, dull with time."
"The sight of a laughing, unguarded Dante was utterly catastrophic for my ovaries."
“You forget.” I pressed my fingers against her nape, forcing her to look up at me. “You’re my fiancée. Not Kai’s. Not anyone else’s. I don’t give a fuck how handsome they are or what type of accent they have. You’re mine, and no one…” I dipped my head, my lips brushing hers with each word. “Touches what’s mine.”
Vivian’s breathing shallowed, but a hint of fire returned to her voice when she spoke again. “I’m not yours. Our engagement is, as you’ve told me many times, just business. Or are you the one who’s forgotten?”
“I haven’t forgotten anything.”
"You can support someone without fixing everything for them. They have to learn from their own mistakes."
“Yes, but I’ve seen the way he looks at you.” She ran the last dirty dish under the water. “It’s not about business.”
“How does he look at me?”
Janis smiled. “Like he never wants to look away.”
"Trust me,” I said quietly. “Of all the things you do to me, putting me to sleep isn’t one of them.”
“Cowards always pick on people who can’t fight back.”
"I’d spent my life honing my control. Enzo Russo had drilled its importance into me since I was a child. Even when I occasionally lost my temper, I never lost sight of the bigger goal.
But I’d also never met anyone like Vivian.
Of all the people in my life, she was the only one who could make me lose control."
“I don’t give a fuck how long you and Vivian have known each other or how long ago you dated.” Dante’s soft snarl sent ice skittering down my spine. “You don’t touch her. You don’t talk to her. You don’t even fucking think about her. If you do, I’ll break every fucking bone in your body until your own mother won’t recognize you. Understand?”
"I’d kissed my fair share of men over the years, but none had ever kissed me like this.
Like they were a conqueror hellbent on breaching my defenses.
Like they were trapped in the desert and I was their last hope for salvation."
“Because you’re mine.” His teeth scored my neck. “You wear my ring. You’ve come on my face and hand. You live in my head all the fucking time, even if I don’t want you to...” His palm slid to my hip, where his fingers dug grooves into my skin. “And God, I want to punish you for driving me so damn crazy. Every. Single. Day.”
"Once upon a time, I’d loved him, and I felt guilty for the way things had ended between us. But it’d been two years. I wasn’t the same person I’d been when we dated, and I hadn’t felt anything except surprise, sadness, and a bit of annoyance when we talked.
All this time, I thought I’d missed Heath, but I missed the idea of him. I missed having a partner. I missed being loved and being in love.
Unfortunately, I could no longer find those things with him."
"There’d been a moment yesterday when I thought I might lose her. The prospect had unlocked a level of fear I hadn’t experienced since I was five."
"My head and heart waged civil war against each other and, for the first time in my life, my heart was winning."
“You can’t see the stars in New York,” Dante said. “So I brought the stars to you.”
"Sometimes, it was the simple things in life that kept us going."
"Moving on didn’t always involve big gestures or heavy talks. Sometimes, the most meaningful moments were the small ones—a softening glance here, a simple but sincere apology there."
"Like I said, I’d been to Paris many times.
But this was the first time I was actually falling in love in the City of Love."
“No one’s perfect. Sometimes, our partners will do things that drive us mad. I know I have habits Gunnar can’t stand. But the difference between the couples who make it and those who don’t is one, understanding what your dealbreakers are, and two, being willing to stick it out through the issues that aren’t dealbreakers.”
"Admitting weakness, much less desperation, was unheard of for a Russo. Hell, I didn’t even admit when I had a cold. But denying my feelings had landed me in my current hell, and I wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice.
Not when it came to Vivian."
“That I needed to fight for you. And he was right.”
"Love wasn’t always about the big moments. More often, it was tucked in the small moments connecting the major ones."
"A part of me would always find my way to her. She was my North Star, the brightest jewel in my sky