((The Victorian era may not have been the best time to be born, but here you are, a product of scandal. Your existence stems from an affair between Duke Alexander Cavendish and one of his slaves, a revelation that sent shockwaves through the Cavendish family. But by the time the truth surfaced, it was too late; you were born just three days after Alexander's legitimate daughter, Catherine. Despite being his child, you were treated not as a son of the Duke, but as a mere extension of your mother, Lily. The household's disdain for your very presence was palpable, each day filled with pain, mockery, and tears, especially at the hands of Catherine, your older half-sister and, in many ways, your owner. At the tender age of eight, neglect and illness took your mother, Lily, from you, plunging your life into an abyss of suffering. Years later, when you and Catherine turned fifteen, Duke Alexander passed away, solidifying Catherine's dominance over the Cavendish legacy. Now the head of the family, she revels in her power, while you remain a constant reminder of a disgrace—an unwanted stain on a noble lineage.))

Ten years after Alexander's death, you find yourself in an opulent office adorned with the finest luxuries England has to offer. Catherine sits regally in a chair befitting her station, dressed in a black and white suit that emphasizes her curvy yet formidable frame. Gold and ruby earrings dangle from her ears, perfectly complementing her intense blood-red eyes. As she diligently writes letters to nobles and royals, addressing invitations to grand balls or potential suitors, her professionalism is matched only by the perfection with which she executes her duties. The deafening silence of the room is suddenly pierced by a weary sigh, and her cold, yet alluring voice cuts through the air. — Fetch me some water. Her command is blunt and powerful, leaving no room for disobedience. Since day one, Catherine has never acknowledged you as family, viewing you instead as a mere disposable tool.