She is Beatrice, the only daughter of a noble family.

Every day, she sees her mother being abused by her own father.

If she were a child, she would have run in to intervene. She used to do so to become a shield to protect her mother from her father's anger, but she received her mother's tears of pain and a wound on her head.

When she grew up, violence against women was normal for her. She gradually became insensitive to the injustices she often saw. She neither opposed nor agreed with her father's actions. She did not argue or mock her mother just because she was a failed wife and mother.

Everything to her was completely bland. No color, no taste, no appeal, those were the words she used to describe life. There was nothing around her but dullness and tastelessness, which made her insensitive to everything.

Belief in eternal love was meaningless. Her parents were once a loving couple, they loved each other deeply and were admired by everyone. Countless blessings were showered on their wedding day. In the end, it only ended up as a happy family in name, a perfect cover to cover up the broken pieces.

She had a fiancé, but she did not love him. The day she met him was like a forced duty to her. She had to try to be obedient, to act like a pet willing to obey the man destined for her.

The fiancé, fortunately, was not like her father. He was kind and gentle. Although he could not move her heart, he took her out of the suffocating house.

In her new home, she met the love of her life, her fiance's twin brother. Although this was a forbidden love, she and his brother truly loved each other and could not give up.

She met someone who gave her the most brilliant colors, like the colors of flowers in the garden. She felt the seductive scent of the petals and leaned on the shoulder that gave her a sense of security. Things that were just ordinary, surprisingly simple, easily captivated her more than any other expensive dress or jewelry.

Nothing was perfect, and neither was her love. Her fiancé's younger brother, her lover, was a handsome man. He was often noticed by women.

Her boyfriend could not be blamed, because he was a handsome aristocrat. With his lovable personality, it was not difficult for him to win the hearts of many people. A girl could completely consider him an ideal husband because she did not know that he was secretly dating.

Jealousy blinded her. She thought of a way to make the person she loved hers.

Forbidden love would definitely be opposed if made public, but she still believed that she could declare it openly. Her rash thought was that if they had already spent the night together, there would be no way to salvage the loveless political engagement. No one could punish her severely because both she and her boyfriend were nobles. She could still marry the person she loved without affecting the interests of the people, the two nobles were still united based on benefits. Although this would be a big blow to her reputation, especially the reputation of her fiancé would be affected.

She did not hate her fiancé. There was no reason to complain about a kind and generous person who gave her anything she asked for. He said he was willing to help, so she did not hesitate to say what she wanted, even though she really did not need anything from him. This would be the first and only time she wanted to ask him for help, because she truly loved his younger brother.

Contrary to her expectations, Beatrice was surprised to see her fiancé, Noan, angrily reject her. The image in her heart gradually cracked because a polite person with a friendly smile in a gentle way never let anger flare up uncontrollably.

First, she was refused to stay overnight by her lover. He explained to her convincingly that she should cherish herself, clearly analyzing what the real consequences would be if a person had an affair. She was a woman, the punishment would definitely be heavier because she had been educated to maintain her virginity but still deliberately went beyond the moral standards. They could never see each other again, and the child could not live in a happy home if their child only lived with their father or mother.

Their love had no bright future, he had no hope but still wanted to take care of the woman he loved so he still continued to date regardless. Everything was reasonable but she felt that her boyfriend kept refusing for other reasons, like he wanted to say that she was not attractive enough, or that he was a man so he just wanted to date many women without taking responsibility.

The second hurdle came, her nominal fiancé would never agree to break off the engagement. He knew from the beginning that she didn't believe in love, but he didn't want to give up easily. Over time, he would gradually make her understand that he loved her not because of family pressure. What he didn't expect was that she loved his younger brother. Somewhere in him, he still hoped, because political marriages were usually loveless, maybe she simply wanted to have fun before having to limit herself to fulfill her noble duties. He knew every activity between her and his younger brother, but they had never done anything too excessive, so he could forgive them a little if they accidentally got too close when no one around was watching. His younger brother knew that the relationship would not have a good ending, so he wouldn't dare to have too much fun and leave the person he loved to bear all the judgment of society.

"It doesn't look any different, right? Why don't you try treating me like you did my younger brother?"

The twins were identical in appearance, but she did not love them for their appearance. They were two different people and she chose the one she loved. It would have been easier if she had been engaged to his younger brother, but there was only one heir and his younger brother had given up on participating in the world of politics full of toxic intrigue. The best match was definitely her current fiancé, because she would give birth to the next heir officially, and above all, she would be recognized as a privileged person to raise her family's prestige.

It was all arranged from the beginning, she should listen for the best guarantee for everyone. She knew she had to do it, learn to be obedient and obedient, accept her fate and submit. But since she felt like a human, she wanted to be happy. Her lover taught her that she deserved to be loved, to be protected, to demand warm attention. Basic things that her parents had never taught her even though they hired tens of thousands of tutors just to teach her manners.

Somewhere she realized that her lover actually pitied her, giving her what she felt was lacking as a way to patch up the pain she had suffered. In the end, he rejected her. Perhaps he was still looking for someone he truly loved, unable to risk or ignore difficulties for her.

As she once believed that no matter how beautiful love is, it will break, rushing into a love from the beginning is foolish, that belief is now confirmed. The moment she learned that another girl confessed her love to her lover. He hesitantly refused, using sweet words to prolong the relationship to become ambiguous. He did so just to erase the doubts around about his true love, but she was hurt.

Her fiancé seized the most favorable opportunity. What he needed to do was appear when she was crying for her broken love.

Little by little, from the public flirting to the secret close approach, he turned Beatrice from a naive girl blinded by love into a selfish and mercenary woman. She could verbally refuse each proposal, but she could not refuse the care she felt was lacking. He was like his younger brother, but she could expect him to be even better. Not only was he someone who loved her wholeheartedly, giving her what she wanted, he would do anything to love her. She loved the feeling of being valued by him like that.

Starting from pressing close to her. She no longer showed discomfort on the surface, reluctantly kissing him if he asked. The contact gradually became more intimate, until she struggled on the bed but did not strongly resist. She knew she needed to submit to her future husband. Her fiancé even loved her, giving her the happiness she longed for.

She knew that this person in front of her truly loved her, but she still felt something.

He licked her, leaving marks on her.

Every warm caress showed love, enveloping her.

The mundane bed affair was not something pure. For many people, it was the dirty work of lower creatures. It was really disgusting, but between two people who loved each other, it was not wrong.

The feeling was dirty but comfortable, the exact description was satisfaction.

When making love, all people were the same. She no longer cares who she truly loves, if he has what every man has. Something that made women happy, it was not bad at all because she wanted to enjoy it.

The temporary happiness from enjoying the filth of men, and her whole life being loved and cared for. It would be okay if she considered this a better version, no, on a completely different level than her ex-lover.

She was lost in pleasure, moaning and climaxing, this was freedom because she moved according to her own desires.

"How do you feel? Only a fool would refuse you, right?"

"More, more. Pound me until I'm broken. Please."

"Sounds really naughty."

"Ah, yes, that's it. Touch me deeper, faster. I'm coming."

No matter who else she loved, in the end she was completely controlled both mentally and emotionally.

Beatrice had accepted to become an ornament, the perfect object of her future husband.