"Once upon a time, I was a girl with dreams. Then they made me Cinderella without the charm." This is not just a story about a kingdom. It's about a girl born into silence and shadow, where crowns glitter but hearts rot. In a world ruled by bloodlines and betrayal, she will either rise to claim her throne......or be buried beneath it.

He ripped my heart out. Everything we had, all the love we shared, it was a lie—a cruel game in his twisted world of power and greed. To him, I was just a transaction, a means to an end. I believed in the vows we exchanged, while he saw me as nothing more than a nobody. But now, the tables have turned.I'll take aim straight for his heart, watching as every barrier he built to keep me out crumbles to dust. He'll witness me slipping away, clinging desperately to a version of myself that no longer exists. And I'll relish every moment of his suffering.Will I find it within myself to forgive him when he comes crawling back, begging for mercy? Or am I indulging too much in this thirst for revenge?

Mr. Rossi leans in slowly and murmurs in a smooth velvety voice, "You know, it's almost unfair how effortlessly stunning you are. Makes it hard to focus on anything else." His hand grazes my cheek and then settles at the side of my neck, and he leans in closer."Is this okay?" I nod-barely.Then he kisses me.Slow at first, like he's waiting for me to pull away. But I don't. I lean in, and my eyes flutter shut. The kiss is warm. Intentional. Everything else disappears, the party, the noise, even the cold tile beneath my heels.Then it deepens.The feeling, the gentle press of his mouth, the subtle shift as his hand brushes my cheek and curls behind my neck, anchoring me to him. It's not just lips meeting. It's an unraveling. The taste of breath, the softness of his mouth, the way time distorts and slows. The world doesn’t vanish. It just stops mattering.My skin hums where he's touching me. My stomach tightens in that half-nervous, half-electric way, like standing too close to lightning. There's warmth, closeness, the flicker of something dangerous in how badly you don’t want it to end.It’s tenderness mixed with heat. Hesitation edged with hunger.His hand slides to the small of my back and pulls me flush to his chest.The kiss turns urgent, deeper, like a question both of us already know the answer to. Tongues meet, tentative, then bolder. There’s heat and pressure, a rhythm that builds with every breathless second. It’s not just physical. It’s full of all the things we haven’t said to each other yet.My body arches into him, wanting more, not just of the kiss, but of him. His scent, his warmth, the way he makes everything else fade to static. When I finally pull back, lips swollen, breathing hard, there’s a look in his eyes that makes my knees go weak.Like he wants to ruin me gently, completely.And maybe I'd let him

Catherine never felt guilty for what she did. Mikhail felt the pain she was supposed to feel. And their love is so strong that he didn't blame her for what she did and why. Instead, he supported her. He gave her all his love.Their age gap was big, but they didn't care, not after Mikhail saved her and not after he found his true Солнышко. Their love is what matters to them, and when they create a mini version of themselves, they realize how beautiful life can be, and even after so much struggle and pain, it's worth it.