A year ago, I accidentally discovered that I was Elowen Morven’s biological daughter.

Around the same time, Elric’s company came under sudden attack from a rival. With no capital to recover, it teetered on the edge of bankruptcy.

That was when Roselyn came to me, smiling sweetly like a friend, with an offer.

She handed me clues that could help me steal confidential files from the Morven Group and those secret documents could save Elric’s company. However, the price was steep. I had to take full responsibility for the theft, give up my claim as the real Morven Family's heiress and swear never to reveal the truth.

The calculating glint in her eyes made it obvious—it was a trap.

And yet, when I thought of Elric’s pale and worn-out face, I nodded without hesitation and jumped right in.

Now, his company not only escaped its crisis but also used the opportunity to devour its competitors and rise even stronger than ever.

Roselyn was still hailed as the precious daughter of the Morven Family, basking in the spotlight of high society, attending luxury events like a star.

And me? I was publicly denounced by my biological mother for stealing company secrets, cut off entirely from the Morven Family and ridiculed by the entire social circle.

When I opened my eyes again, I was in a quiet, empty hospital room.

Roselyn stood at the foot of my bed, smiling smugly.

"So what if you gave everything up?" she sneered. "In Elric’s eyes, it’ll always be your fault. He’s still going to marry me. And you? You’ll live the rest of your life mute."

I turned away. My heart sank with a quiet kind of devastation.

I had once given everything for love. Now that love was gone. I had nothing left to give and nothing left to hold me back.

"It’s just that, Eloise Thessaly," she went on, voice low, "you’re still a risk to me. So I might as well make sure there’s no way back for you."

There was something chilling in her eyes and the smile on her lips only deepened. A deep sense of unease crept over me.

"Did you know?" she whispered. "Elowen has this one useless son who doesn’t even aware that you, his own sister, exist…"

"If your own brother sleeps with you, even if the truth comes out later, do you really think Mom—or Elric—will ever accept you again?"

The door suddenly creaked open. "Rosie, who do you want me to deal with?"

The sound of that lazy voice made panic surge through me like ice in my veins.

"Toby," she said sweetly, her smile turning venomous, "help your sister ruin this little bitch."

Rip! A cold draft hit my bare shoulders as Toby yanked open my hospital gown.

Please…

I don’t need the Morven Family name. I’ll leave this city. I’ll never appear in front of you or Elric again…

Yet, I could not say a word. I could not even cry out in pain. All I could do was laugh bitterly—silently. Because I was mute.

My helplessness only made Roselyn look more pleased.

"Eloise, what are you doing in this room?" Elric’s voice suddenly came from outside the door.

Roselyn’s eyes turned red instantly. She threw herself into his arms and began to cry.

"Elric, Eloise suddenly ripped off her clothes and tried to seduce my brother when she found out you’re marrying me tomorrow."

"She probably just wanted to sleep with him since she couldn’t marry you."

Elric turned toward me, his eyes filled with disappointment and cold judgment. "Are you really this desperate, Eloise Thessaly?"

My adoptive mother did not even care how I looked—half-conscious, terrified, my gown in disarray. Without hesitation, she raised her hand and slapped me across the face.

"You’ll throw yourself at anyone now? I don’t have a daughter this shameless!"

A nurse at the door scoffed and muttered with disdain, "Gold-diggers like her make me sick. Can’t keep their legs closed around any man with a pulse."

I didn’t seduce anyone! Roselyn framed me!

I tried to explain, but my ruined throat could only let out a hoarse, guttural wheeze.

"Eloise probably just lost control for a moment. Let’s not make a scene in front of outsiders. We can go home and talk about the engagement later."

Roselyn said with mock concern. She looked like she was doing me a favor—saving face.

Elric gave me one final glance, filled with disappointment and disgust.

"Eloise," he called, "I wish I had never met you."

It felt like a thousand thorns stabbing into my chest, each one whispering a cruel truth. Just as you wished, Elric Solvain. Soon, I’ll vanish from your world forever.

In a daze, Elric brought me back to what used to be our home.

The engagement photo of us that once hung proudly in the living room had already been replaced. In its place hung a new frame: Roselyn Morven, glowing with maternal pride, gently cradling her pregnant belly.

The master bedroom, once filled with warmth and memories of us, was now littered with Roselyn’s lingerie.

It was not hard to imagine what had gone on in that bed while I lay unconscious on the operating table.

The scars on my body—left behind by those thugs—began to throb and sting. My throat, still raw from injury, ached as I swallowed my sorrow and watched Roselyn feign concern, running a hand over her belly like a sacred relic.

"Elric, my mom’s coming over soon," she said gently. "Maybe the baby and I should move out for now... give you and Eloise some space."

Elric’s expression shifted. Without a word, he seized my arm and dragged me downstairs, shoving me into the cold underground basement, locking the door behind us.

"Eloise, you were living here first before Rosie and I got engaged."

Seeing the rage in my eyes, Elric, for once, actually opened his mouth to explain himself, "Rosie gave me her first time. The pregnancy was an accident. But I’ve always thought of her like a sister."

"The wedding is a front. She needed a way out of an arranged marriage. After the ceremony, I’ll take you to register our marriage."

He added without flinching, "There’s no need to overreact. I can hold a private wedding just for you."

I stared at him, my face ashen, the bitter taste of blood rising from my damaged throat.

A sister he ended up in bed with?

That was just an excuse. An elaborate cover for the fact that Roselyn was not Elowen’s real daughter—I was. I was the one being hidden away.

Besides…

I sneered silently to myself.

Roselyn Morven was no innocent. Even back in school, she had checked into hotels with male classmates more than once. And now she dared to claim she gave her first time to him?

After Elric left, I rummaged through an old storage box and found my satellite phone. I typed out a message to Owen Rosmere—my closest friend and the commander of a top-tier covert unit between Washington and New York.

[Are you sure you're cleared for the confidential mission and leaving tomorrow?]

[Yeah, I am.]

Just as I tucked the phone away, a sudden downpour began thundering above me.

I glanced up and noticed the skylight slightly open.

Roselyn leaned over it, her lips curled into a faint, mocking smile.

Then, she flung the window wide open.

Water poured in like a curse from the heavens. It soaked the floor, crept up my ankles, chilled my bones. I screamed soundlessly and banged on the locked door, desperately searching for help.

Finally, the door opened—but before I could escape, Roselyn stormed in and grabbed me by the throat, right where my injuries had not yet healed. I shoved her away on instinct.

She let out a shrill scream and collapsed, clutching her stomach in exaggerated agony.

Elric burst into the room just in time to see her collapse. Without even asking what happened, he kicked me hard and I crashed to the floor.

"Rosie is pregnant! How dare you touch her?"

My adoptive mother rushed in and, without a second thought, began slapping me across the face until it swelled.

"You’re trying to ruin her wedding tomorrow? You ungrateful bitch! I raised you for nothing!"

Roselyn whimpered, crocodile tears brimming in her eyes.

"If I hadn’t gotten pregnant after my first time, I wouldn’t have dared to take Eloise’s place as Elric’s bride…"

"I just wanted our baby to witness the wedding. I never thought Eloise would hate us so much she’d try to hurt us both…"

Her words sent my adoptive mother into a fit of rage.

I scrambled toward my writing board to explain the truth, but no one cared. I could have been a shadow on the wall for all they noticed.

Elric ripped the board from my hands, smashed it and delivered another brutal kick to my abdomen.

"What the hell are you trying to explain? You think Rosie would use her own child to frame you?" he spat. "Women like you are the most heartless of all!"

I looked down. A pool of blood was spreading beneath me, soaking into the hem of my skirt. My heart sank into a cold, silent void.

But Elric did not know the truth. He had no idea that the night he thought he slept with Roselyn overseas… it had actually been me.

However, he had chosen her lies over my truth—every single time.

Until a month ago, when I found out that I was pregnant.

That night… was ours.

And this child, growing inside me… was ours.

I had planned to tell Elric everything at our engagement party—to surprise him with the news and finally prove my innocence.

Unfortunately, he crushed my voice before I ever had the chance.

Roselyn knelt in front of me, hands cradling her belly, her expression the picture of false sincerity.

"Eloise, I don’t want a wedding. Hit me, yell at me, do whatever you want—but the baby is innocent…"

Elric’s face was cold and unreadable. Without a word, he slapped me.

"Think it over in here. Don’t come out until you’ve figured yourself out."

As he turned to shut the basement door, I tore off my blood-soaked skirt and clung to the frame with both hands.

Please… take me to the hospital. Save our baby. He doesn’t deserve to die—especially not at the hands of his own father.

Blood filled my throat as I strained to speak, but my voice failed me. Not even a sound escaped.

In the corner of the room, out of everyone’s sight, Roselyn took out a small blade and made a shallow cut along the inside of her thigh.

Then, crawling toward me, she smashed her forehead dramatically against the floor, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Eloise, stop acting. Please, just let my baby live… I’m barely a month along!"

When Elric saw the blood trailing down her leg, his eyes darkened with disgust, as if disgusted by what he believed was my performance.

Without another word, he shoved me aside, turned the lock, pocketed the key and walked away, carrying Roselyn gently in his arms like she was made of glass.

Rain poured in through the open skylight. My lower abdomen throbbed in unbearable pain as I curled into a corner. Slowly, my consciousness began to slip away.

At the hospital.

Roselyn lay in bed with a soft blush in her cheeks, basking in comfort.

Her adoptive mother arrived with a steaming bowl of porridge and Elric sat beside the bed, gently blowing on it to cool it before offering it to her.

Suddenly, the door slammed open. Elowen—the CEO of the Morven Group—strode in, her heels clicking sharply against the floor.

Elric rose to greet her, smiling politely. "Mom, what brings you here?"

However, she slapped him hard across the face. Her voice was sharp and icy.

"Don’t you dare call me Mom. What the hell have you done to my daughter?"

He blinked in confusion, looking over at Roselyn. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, his assistant burst through the door, breathless and pale.

"Mr. Solvain! Miss Thessaly was just found drowned in the basement of your home!