The Body They Desired. The Soul She Hid.
They all wanted a piece of her—
Her porcelain skin, her delicate movements, her silence that screamed louder than words.
To them, she was a masterpiece waiting to be possessed.
To her, they were cages dressed in tailored suits and royal blood.
Alethea Vione was not born to survive.
She was sculpted by pain, betrayal, and the cruel hands of those who smiled in luxury while wounding her in private.
She was only nineteen when her body became currency, when loyalty turned into a spectacle, and when love died in the arms of a man who never knew how to feel.
But in the shadows,
Among the beasts who called themselves kings,
One man watched her fall.
He never touched.
He never lied.
He only waited.
Because even in her brokenness,
Alethea was still a storm worth chasing.