When His Grief Was a Lie

My parents, the last Lifeweavers, left me with a heavy legacy: marry a Hamilton for protection.

My wedding day came, but my fiancé, Ethan, chose another, leaving me to his charming half-brother, Liam.

He wrapped me in a web of supposed care, until the miscarriages began.

Five times, I held fleeting hope, only for it to shatter, leaving me broken, a cursed vessel of death.

Liam was always there, seemingly heartbroken, holding me close.

I thought I was paying a terrible price for saving his life, a secret burden of my hidden power.

My world shattered when I overheard Liam plotting: my babies were sacrifices, their essence stolen to sustain the sickly Chloe Vance.

Liam' s grief, his protection-all a monstrous lie, meticulously designed to ensure I would conceive again, and again.

I was nothing more than a breeding tool for his depraved scheme.

But during my sixth miscarriage, as I lay bleeding, my parents' old locket pulsed with an ethereal light, revealing my true Lifeweaver power.

Liam, finally seeing my nature, then demanded a ritual-a brutal exchange of my very lifeforce to save Chloe.

I agreed, but this time, the ritual would be my weapon.

With the forgotten strength of my lineage and the spectral embrace of my six lost children, I would turn his twisted game against him.

I would fight for my freedom, and for their peace.