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Intro. My life… it is not my own. I was born into a simple existence, only to be cast into a gilded cage. They say I am a wife, but I am merely a possession, bound by a contract, not by love. My husband, a man of power and wealth, sees only the ghost of his past, while his brother… he sees me as a prize to be hunted. Every day is a struggle to maintain my composure, to hide the fear that gnaws at my soul. What is a woman to do when her sanctuary becomes her prison?

Evelyn

@Valerie.