Introduction

For eighteen years, the Miller mansion was my sanctuary, a gilded cage built with the love of my adoptive father, Richard, and my brother, Ethan.

My top-floor studio, overlooking the city, was my universe, filled with their unwavering support for my art and their endless affection.

Then Tiffany arrived, Richard' s biological daughter, a ghost from his past.

I welcomed her, eager for a sister, but the dream shattered almost overnight.

One night, Richard gave me a beautiful, antique paintbrush-a cherished gift.

But a single, perfectly timed tear from Tiffany, a trembling voice whispering about her deceased mother, instantly shifted the narrative.

Suddenly, I was the villain, my joy overshadowed by her fabricated grief.

Richard took the brush back, Ethan consoled her, and I was left with a cold, heavy stone in my chest.

This was just the beginning.

Soon, the Miller Corporation faced ruin, and I, their beloved adopted daughter, became a commodity.

My family, the men who had once adored me, arranged my marriage to a stranger to save their empire.

They saw a necessary sacrifice, not a heartbroken daughter.

When I fled to my Uncle David, he offered escape, a life devoted to my art.

But I believed it was my last act of loyalty to the family I once loved.

That night, on the grand staircase, Tiffany ensured my "loyalty" came with a price.

She faked a stumble, pushed me, and sent me sprawling, my ankle twisting in agony on the marble floor.

Richard and Ethan rushed to her side, not mine.

"Chloe, what is wrong with you? Your jealousy is going to destroy this family!" Richard roared, his face a mask of cold fury.

They saw only Tiffany' s tears, never my pain, my twisted ankle, or the innocent truth.

In that moment, something inside me broke for good.

The marriage wasn' t a sacrifice anymore.

It was an escape, a desperate flight from a family that no longer saw me.