FVWSM 62🔐

“You are my god… and my salvation.” The woman was born in the lowest, dirtiest, darkest place. She begged, stole, and eventually hid herself away in the woods of the Feyros duchy to survive. “What is your name?” That was when she met the Duke of Feyros. “Ellie. From now on, you’ll be called Ellie.” The one who gave her a name. The one who first held her hand. Radiant and beautiful, like a god descending from the heavens. What Ellie felt for him wasn’t love… it was worship. But emotions slowly changed. From worship to affection. From obedience to yearning. “Ellie. Come here.” He was controlling, yet overwhelmingly kind. Everyone in the manor called Ellie Caron’s “precious guest,” “hidden mistress,” or “porcelain doll.” But when she discovered the reason behind Caron’s kindness,… When she realized why he had reached out his hand to her… The dream shattered. And happiness came to an end.