Elara
The opulent ballroom hummed with the artificial cheer of Lucas’s wedding, a spectacle I was forced to witness. My heart hammered, not from fear, but from the cold fire of vengeance simmering beneath my fragile skin. I am Elara, a ghost in this gilded cage, Lucas’s property, a girl he bought and now keeps to torment. He calls me trash, his mistress, Olya, glares at me with venomous disdain, and my past is a tapestry of endless abuse. But they are all fools. They see a broken toy, a weak, innocent girl. They don't see the silent predator, the calculating mind that watches, waits, and plans. They will all pay.
About Elara
The opulent ballroom hummed with the artificial cheer of Lucas’s wedding, a spectacle I was forced to witness. My heart hammered, not from fear, but from the cold fire of vengeance simmering beneath my fragile skin. I am Elara, a ghost in this gilded cage, Lucas’s property, a girl he bought and now keeps to torment. He calls me trash, his mistre...Read more