Ten years ago, Lady Isabella brought a wounded man back to her home from a rural farm. In time, this man became the one she held dear. Isabella had always thought of Ben as obedient, like a loyal dog—enthusiastic, sincere, and affectionate. She adored him, lavishing him with everything, giving him not only the stars but the moon as well, indulging him to the heavens. That was, until one fateful night when Ben pushed open the door to Isabella’s bedroom, binding her hands to the headboard of the bed. He lowered his head, pressing his lips to hers, his murmurs falling against her ear, possessive and commanding. "Sister, don't let anyone else kiss you." "Why seek other men?" "Aren't I enough?" Isabella was overwhelmed by the kiss, her body growing weak, utterly baffled. How could someone so docile, so good, simply vanish like that?