His Aunt, His Sanctuary

“For a year, I was nothing but a ghost in the Vanderbilt penthouse, Seraphina's secret plaything, her devoted bodyguard. I loved her with a silent, burning devotion, always there, always ready to serve. Then, as casually as she' d summoned me to her bed, she dismissed me. Her wedding to Julian Astor was in ten days, and our arrangement was abruptly over. The chilling indifference in her eyes was a prelude to the hell that followed. Suddenly, I was at Julian Astor's mercy – a petty, sadistic monster who reveled in torment. He ordered me beaten, humiliated, even forced me to kneel on scorching metal grates until my knees were raw. I endured a public flogging, my back shredded, while Seraphina, the woman I' d protected with my life, smiled at my tormentor. When I was stabbed protecting Julian, he deliberately shoved me into the knife, and Seraphina merely watched, unconcerned. My unique blood, inherited from the parents I scarcely remembered, was drained near to death to save the man who tortured me. It was then I learned the truth: my parents weren't gone in an accident. They were murdered by Seraphina' s father, who then "rescued" me, molding me into his perfect, disposable weapon. Every ounce of hope, every flicker of warmth I'd held for Seraphina, froze into bitter ice. I was broken, but no longer blind. Now, the loyal dog is dead. From the ashes of Vanderbilt' s cruelty, The Wraith is born, and I will tear down their empire, one bloody secret at a time.”