

Sixteen years ago, King Phoenix Elara saved her husband Adrian, but he betrayed Elara along with her half-sister Lilith. Together, they secretly switched the King's real daughter with Lilith's illegitimate daughter. The true daughter,Princess Elysia, grew up surrounded by love and kindness, eventually becoming the rightful heir to the Phoenix Clan. The fake daughter, Morrigan,lived under the cruelty and manipulation of her birth mother, became fierce and learned dark powers. Sixteen years later, the truth came out. Adrian and Lilith's plot was exposed as treason, and they were executed. Morrigan's identity was revealed, but she refused to be bound by fate. She mastered a forbidden technique of the Mistwing Clan, devoured its power and turned the tide of fate during the war against the Nightwolf Clan. With that, she rose to command a mighty army. Seeing the shifting tides, Elara seized the opportunity, placing Elysia in charge of the realm and sending Morrigan to lead the armies. On the surface, the two daughters held the kingdom together, but under the calm, hidden currents of danger were already moving.

I was the eldest daughter of the Shadow Wolves pack. Anyone who married me would gain the full support of Shadow Wolves. Every wolf in the pack knew that Ryan Trivett and I had grown up together, practically destined for each other. I'd been infatuated with him for as long as I could remember. In this life, though, I didn't choose Ryan. Instead, I ended up with his uncle, Lucas Trivett. Why? Because in my previous life, I had been married to Ryan for five years, and he had never touched me. I used to think he had his reasons—some secret burden he couldn't share. But one day, I accidentally stumbled into the hidden chamber behind our bedroom. There, I saw him pleasuring himself to a photo of my cousin. That was the moment I realized the truth. He never loved me. He had only ever used me. Now, with this second chance at life, I had decided to let them have each other. But when I walked down the aisle in my wedding dress toward Lucas, Ryan completely lost it.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I was straddling my Mafia husband, Lucian, kissing him deeply. My fingers fumbled in the pocket of my expensive silk dress, searching for the pregnancy test I'd hidden there. I wanted to save the news of my unexpected pregnancy for the end of the evening. Lucian's right-hand man, Marco, asked with a suggestive smile in Italian: "Don, your new little canary, Sophia. How does she taste?" Lucian's mocking laughter vibrated through my chest, sending a chill down my spine. He replied, also in Italian: "Like an unripe peach. Fresh and tender." His hand was still caressing my waist, but his gaze was distant. "Just keep this between us. If my Donna finds out, I'm a dead man." His men chuckled knowingly, raising their glasses and swearing their silence. The warmth in my blood turned to ice, inch by inch. The one thing they didn’t know was that my grandmother was from Sicily, so I understood every word. I forced myself to remain calm, keeping the perfect smile of a Donna fixed in place, but the hand holding my champagne flute trembled. Instead of making a scene, I opened my phone, found the invitation I had received a few days ago for a private international medical research project, and tapped "Accept." In three days, I would disappear from Lucian's world completely.