

For five years, the entire vampire world knew that Caelan Vale only drank my blood. Not because I was special. Simply because he chose me, and everyone assumed that made me the Vampire Prince’s only blood source. His only exception. Until tonight. The man who never allowed anyone to touch him lowered his head and drank from another woman’s hand. Isolde Voss. Caelan’s real fiancée. “Claire, you didn’t actually think a human could become a Prince's consort, did you?” I stood there without moving. Humans could only ever remain human. I thought I was the exception. In the end, I never even qualified to be one. I placed the blood bond release papers in front of him and told him they were travel documents. Caelan didn’t even lower his eyes. The black fountain pen slid across the page as he signed his name with careless ease, just like everything he had done to me over the past five years. He had no idea that what he was personally letting go of was not just me. Beneath my cloak, I was already carrying his only half-blood heir. Later, everyone searched for the runaway human. But by then, I had already erased my scent. This time, even the high and mighty Vampire Prince would not find me so easily. Once, I was the one begging for his love. Now, it was his turn.

Emily, the only heiress of the powerful Ashford family, elopes for love and hides her true identity. Seven months pregnant and working as a milk delivery worker to support her husband, she is tricked into being nothing more than a surrogate tool, imprisoned, abused, and left disfigured. Rescued by her three older brothers—titans of business, film, and sports—she orchestrates her own revenge, publicly ruins her abusers, and sends them to prison.

Annie is mistaken for a mistress and is insulted and beaten by her future sister-in-law, Camilla, and her family. Her brother Nolan arrives, calls off his engagement to Camilla, and rescues Annie, leaving Camilla's family full of regret.