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Shelley died once, betrayed by the noble Lane family.

Reborn at five years old, she escapes the aristocracy and picks a "boring" blue-collar man from the welfare center.

Big mistake.

Her new dad, Silas, is a legendary hitman.

Her mom? A retired top-tier assassin.

Her brothers? A genius scientist and a violent loose cannon.

Welcome to the most lethal "ordinary" family in the world.

While the Lane family hunts for their lost bloodline, Shelley is busy learning how to dismantle a gun before she learns how to write. Surrounded by monsters who would burn the world down for her,
she is no longer the fragile heiress.

She is their little monster.

And this time, she’s ready to bite back.

"What if I want to escape?"

I looked at the man before me.

He was Alexei Cardis, vampire prince, and the one who would sacrifice me with his own hands at the Eclipse Ritual.

"Then escape," he said, lowering his gaze to meet mine, his tone calm. "Just don't get caught."

—

At seven years old, I was brought into this vampire castle.

From that day on, I had the best teachers, and the most dangerous guardian.

Alexei taught me to read, taught me to calculate, taught me how to survive amid lies and conspiracies.

But he never told me—that the meaning of my existence was to become the offering on the altar.

As the Eclipse Ritual drew closer, I began searching for a way to survive.

Forging evidence, sowing discord among nobles, stealing weapons, planning my escape.

Everyone wanted to use me.

Everyone wanted me dead.

Only Alexei was different.

He stopped others from getting close to me again and again, yet pushed me toward my destined fate with his own hands.

I could no longer understand him.

Until later, when I discovered a secret hidden in a wooden box.

It turned out that behind all these years of what I thought was captivity and exploitation, there was another, more dangerous emotion.

But if he truly cared about me—

Why would he raise me only to personally send me to the altar?

And when the night of sacrifice arrives,

Will I kill him and escape to freedom,

Or will he, for the sake of the entire vampire race, kill me with his own hands?

I would often find myself staring into my son Leon's eyes, lost in thought.
One, a deep azure blue, was inherited from his father. The other, however, was amber.
I couldn't understand it. While Leon's lineage is indeed mixed, his other eye should have been silver—the mark of my bloodline, the symbol of the royal werewolf lineage.
Yet it wasn't. This question had haunted me for five years.
Then, by chance, I came across an ancient book in my husband Carlisle's study. It detailed the hereditary rules of eye color for the royal werewolf line:
Regardless of which race they intermarry with, the direct descendants of the royal werewolves will always inherit at least one distinctive eye.
This meant that a son I bore would definitely have silver pupils.
My hands began to tremble uncontrollably. I shared my fear—that we might have brought home the wrong child—with Carlisle.
He flew into a rage, snatched the book from my hands, and threw it into the fireplace.
"Selene, are you doubting my fidelity? Or suspecting that our son isn't your own? If Leon knew you doubted him, his heart would be shattered."
Carlisle stormed out, slamming the door behind him. Watching his retreating figure, my heart grew cold, piece by piece.
His reaction confirmed my worst fear, the one I desperately wanted to deny.
With the full moon just seven days away, I decided to abandon the plan of taking Leon back to the royal werewolf clan.

They told me the baby was gone, but they didn't tell me my heart was being carved out, too.

I woke up on the operating table, paralyzed. Through my blurred vision, I saw my beloved husband, Marco, trembling with excitement as he held my medical chart.

"Her blood is perfect," he whispered. "It is a perfect match for Isabella. We can proceed with the transplant now."

"Finally. It wasn't in vain that I brought her back." My revered father let out a sigh of relief. "If it weren't for this day, how would someone who wandered outside for so many years be qualified to step into this house again?"

When my husband said "I love you," he actually meant "Your heart is perfect for the woman I truly love."

I couldn't scream; I couldn't move.

I could only watch helplessly as the silver scalpel pierced toward my chest, while my sister, Isabella, lay on the operating table next to me, smiling in her sleep.

I was never a long-lost daughter, nor was I a beloved wife.

I was just a mobile blood bank waiting to be slaughtered.

Dragged from the ruins of her shattered life, 18-year-old Amira is sold at a slave auction—until the bidding stops at fifty thousand gold coins. The buyer is Lord Zamir, an ancient vampire bound to a curse that refuses to let him die.

Taken to his manor, Amira expects death. Instead, she finds whispers of the dead warning her to flee. Yet Zamir is unlike the monster she feared cold and violent, but fiercely possessive, and for the first time in centuries, the immortal lord finds his buried heart breaking open again… because of her.

As witches manipulate fate and prophecy awakens, Amira becomes the center of a war she never asked for. A dagger meant to end Zamir's curse cannot fulfill its purpose unless love is real.

But in a world built on lies, even love can become a weapon.

The cruelest truth: the girl they tried to break is the only one he was ever capable of loving and losing her may destroy what immortality could not. When the truth rises, Amira must decide: destroy the cursed lord who saved her or become the reason the curse finally ends.