Bellamy's Triumph

Irony and Karma were fickle sisters, Fate was their mother, and I’d somehow pissed all three of them off.

Before being thrust into the Anteverse, I’d been a middle-aged orphan who’d made something for herself…minus my sordid divorce with a Dick. Seriously, his name was Dick. But other than that poor life choice, I’d proudly owned my own diner, had a few good friends, and my hair hadn’t even begun to grey yet!

Then, out of absolute nowhere, a truck careened through my diner and ended my human life.

They didn’t tell you that there was life after death, nor that that life was a complete crock of shit! It was a series of unfair – and often violent – deaths and subsequent resurrections. I was sick of it and wanted out, desperately.

But the Matriarchal Triad had other plans for me. Plans that saw me bound to twins who I couldn’t help but be attached to from the start. Plans that had me equally bound to a slave-turned-swordsmith and a fiercely possessive mercenary who’d burn the rest of the world to the ground if only it meant I would remain his forever. Plans that would see me as a Queen, whether I desired the crown or not.

I am Bellamy Crosse and this is my story.