She was forged in blood and silence—her world shaped by the brutal arithmetic of warfare, the cold precision of killing, the sting of betrayal, and the deep, echoing emptiness of abandonment. To her, life was nothing more than survival. Compassion was a liability. She viewed trust as a deadly threat.
Until the day someone chose to save her.
Pulled from the wreckage of a life she never asked for, she was given something she never expected: peace. The quiet comfort of a home. The subtle joy of mornings without fear. Taught how to live not as a weapon, but as a woman—just twenty-seven, and still learning how to be human.
Meanwhile, in another world entirely, she exists as someone else. A woman born into a life of opulence, indulgence, and unconditional affection. She’s always known the world as something to be bent to her will. If she wanted something, she got it. No question. No cost.
But what happens when these two versions of reality collide?
Can someone born of violence ever truly belong in a world built on tenderness? Can someone who’s always had everything understand what it means to truly want?
And if she dares to reach for something real, something precious, will the world let her keep it?
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