Date Published: April 10th 2026
Publisher: Acorn Publishing
To Die For is a harrowing look into the life of a narcissist who refuses to take accountability for the damage she inflicts.
High school senior Dei Fields appears completely harmless, but she has a keen instinct for manipulation. When she first sets eyes on hot star athlete Mika St. John, she’s determined to have him … and Dei always gets what she wants. There are only three obstacles: Mika’s friends, his family, and his girlfriend. But Dei isn’t afraid to destroy relationships to satisfy her fantasies.
In a matter of weeks, she love-bombs Mika into thinking he has found his soulmate, but when Dei’s plans go awry, everything changes—including her identity. Will Dei get what she wants this time? Or will she finally get what she deserves?
Delilah Fields had disappeared. There was no body, no evidence pointing to murder, and no trace of a phone call or use of a debit card since September of last year. She owed pretty much everyone in her life either money or an apology. Plenty of people had wanted her gone, but no one had actually wanted her dead.
Or had they?
When
her marriage crumbled after only two months, Delilah pursued a boy that she
met
online -- all the way from San Diego to NAS Pensacola
Navy Base. But the romance had fizzled, and the young man in question was now
stationed in Japan – and had been since the summer of 2022, a few months before
she had fallen off the radar. So that
was an air-tight alibi.
. Delilah’s
still-husband, Mika St. John, was in the Army back in the Middle of Nowhere
USA. Having discovered her multiple infidelities, he had been trying
unsuccessfully to end their marriage. For nearly four years. The police might
say that four years was a long time to go on hating someone, but Mika didn’t
really hate her. He was just numb to her.
The not caring might have been worse
in her mind than hate. At least a negative emotion would have proved she’d won.
If
she had any mind left… which was problematic if she couldn’t be found.
Her
(former) best friend, Alison, truly hated
her. There was plenty of
evidence of that – the endless texts, blocked and unblocked phone calls, the
TikTok trash talk. Frenemies turned to enemies.
It was sad, really. There was an
endless list of suspects, but no evidence of a crime. The only certainty is
that Delilah hadn’t offed herself. No
way. A malignant narcissist is always a victim; they are never
wrong; and they most definitely do not kill themselves.
Unless, of course, they are planning on
taking the whole world with them.
Mika St. John walked into the first
day of his senior Film Production class at McKinley High School, and Delilah
knew immediately that she had to have him. She didn’t know how, but she knew
that she would do anything -- literally anything -- to make it happen.
He
sat down near the back with an air of cool detachment, his eyes barely scanning
the classroom as he pulled down on his athletic shorts, his long hands and
muscular legs momentarily distracting her from his face.
Mika
had the face of a movie star. He was tall and slim with an athletic, muscular
build, and his face was chiseled like a sculpture. His ash-blond hair framed
his face like Michelangelo’s David, and his eyes were deep-set and blue.
Delilah
tried not to stare, but her eyes kept coming back to him. There were other eyes
on Mika too, but she was new to the school and could see most of those eyes
were friendly to him, not predatory. She knew the difference.
Forcing
herself to look at the teacher, she tried to collect herself. She knew that she
could not be caught staring at him – that would mark her as a nuisance. She had
to be cool.
People
were still shuffling into class. She heard a few voices and a laugh from in
back and allowed herself one last glance at him. A couple of other boys had
stopped to talk to him, but he was the one that was laughing, with a deep,
baritone laugh. So now she knew his voice.
Delilah turned back, assessing in her
mind as she stared blankly at the whiteboard. The other boys were broad and
muscular, and one of them wore a Steelers football jersey. So he was a football player too….
The
teacher was clearing his throat to get the attention of the class, and Delilah
tried her best to look interested. She was a good student in general, and she
knew how to make the teachers like her. It was simple, really – just act
respectful and make them think that you thought they were smart and had
something to say. Really, it was insanely easy to manipulate people if you had
half a brain.
Dimly
she became aware that everyone’s name was being called out, and she patiently
waited for her turn. She hated her first name – people always made fun of it,
so she went by Dei, pronounced like Princess Di, but her real name was Delilah.
She had tried Dee to shorten it, but somehow Dei stuck.
At
last the teacher came to the name she was waiting for, and he answered in that
sexy baritone voice. Silently she rolled the name around on her tongue. Meeka, not Mike. Meeka. Mika St. John.
Well,
Mika, she thought, you don’t have a clue what you’re in for.
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