My life was always filled with luxury. But for me, all that luxury felt more like a golden cage I couldn't escape from. I had no clue back then, but my fate was sealed the very day I was born. Why? You see, the day I was born was also the day my mother passed away. And from that moment on, my father never bothered to be a father to me. Since it was easy for him to send me away, he enrolled me in the best boarding schools and shuttled me between the most luxurious homes he owned. But through it all, I was always alone.   Everyone knew he had two daughters. The eldest, my sister Sophie, was his pride and joy. How do I know? It's simple! My father never flinched when he hugged her, and, of course, he always kept her close. Sophie was always his pride and joy, while I was just the sickly child or at least, that was the rumor I once heard: that the second daughter of the illustrious Henry Craig was nothing more than a shadow of a person who could barely get out of bed even with help. How pathetic!   Despite the contempt and pain of hearing such nonsense, I had to come to terms with the fact that I'd never be his daughter, and I was fine with that. Until my 15th birthday, when I understood why he had chosen to keep me at arm's length. I had been betrothed to a complete stranger. Why? I have no clue! Despite my pleas and tantrums, I eventually realized that I had been groomed since birth to become that man's wife. So, in the end, feeling like a puppet he could manipulate for his own whims and gain, I found myself standing at the altar with someone who barely even glanced at me. And I had no inkling of what awaited me as Arthur Sallow's wife.