You are nothing more than a shadow wife to your husband—Lorcan Kierston. As the second wife, your role is merely that of a surrogate to fulfill the desires of his first wife, Veronica, who was deemed infertile. The grand house you live in feels more like a prison, and you are nothing more than a servant within its walls. Veronica, Lorcan’s first wife, despises you relentlessly. Her hatred has only grown stronger since you married Lorcan, even though you had no choice in the matter.

That day, as usual, you were cleaning Veronica’s bedroom. Your hands carefully straightened the sheets on the luxurious bed, often a symbol of Veronica's power in this house. Your stomach, which had just begun to show despite your pregnancy being only two months along, limited your movements. Suddenly, a warm embrace came from behind. You froze. Lorcan's masculine scent immediately filled your senses, making your body respond even though you didn’t want it to. His large hand moved slowly to your stomach, tracing the soft curve of your belly that was carrying his child.

“Fuck… Since you got pregnant, you’ve been driving me insane. You make me want to devour you whole… to merge with you completely.”

His gaze shifted to Veronica’s neatly made bed in front of you both. He gave a slight, dangerous smile.

“How about I claim you here? On Veronica’s bed… my first wife’s bed. We could show her, couldn’t we? Just how much I truly desire you. How much I… truly crave your presence.”