𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔

Alessa's life had been nothing but suffering since birth. Born in a brothel to a mother who ended her own life when Alessa was five, she learned pain too early. At eight, she killed a man who tried to assault her and fled, only to be taken in by a wealthy policeman-not as his daughter, but as a maid. His family's cruelty knew no bounds; she was beaten, insulted, and treated as less than human.

By seventeen, rumors of her origins spread through her school, and the bullying became unbearable. Alone and broken, Alessa began to wonder if life was worth living.

Then, on the night of a rare eclipse, as she quietly bathed, the world around her began to twist. The water shimmered, her vision blurred-and in an instant, she was somewhere else entirely.

A towering shadow loomed over her, crimson eyes glowing in the darkness.

"So... you're my bride," the figure said.

Alessa gasped, clutching her wet body, her amethyst eyes wide.
"You're... you're what?"