The night was cool, a gentle breeze rustling through the trees as Camilla wandered aimlessly across the vast Sterling estate. Her heart clenched inside her chest, the weight of her emotions pressing down on her like an iron fist. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to stop the tremors coursing through her body, but it was no use.

Everything felt suffocating.

Her place in the Sterling family wasn’t hers by choice. They saw her as a pawn, a means to an end. Her purpose was simple—to bear a child, an heir she wouldn’t even have the right to love. They didn’t care about her. No one truly did.

Then...