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Born in the slums, Estelle is known to be the cleverest in her district. After seeing the sufferings people of the slums suffered, she decided to take the role as a phantom thief, stealing from the wealthy to return the rights of the poor— that is until a horrible accident happened which almost took her life and made her decide to quit for good. 

Things went even better for Elle, or worse, as she was revealed to be the missing daughter of Count Arthur. A wealthy noble’s daughter anyone had dream to be! 

While her father seemed delighted to greet her, her step mother and sister seemed to have held an opposing emotion. She thought she could ignore their bullying or perhaps continue her life back in the slums but realized that her father seemed to hold more secrets than he shows- a secret that could get her killed by the supernaturals who seemed to have regarded her as their "prey"

She thought things couldn't get even worse, but god she was wrong!

Out of everything she could do, Elle had mistakenly caught the eyes of Lord Magnus- the great Lord known for his handsome face, charming actions, and kind behavior... or at least that was how he appeared to others except Elle who unluckily discover his secret, a bigger secret that could either kill her or save her. 

Can Elle survive in this new world of nobles and supernaturals. What if the secret her father hold would eventually kill her? Or would she first die in the hands of her step families?

Read to find out~

The Dragon’s Sweet Prey

A dragon with black hair and red eyes. His face as masculine and older than Magnus but they held similarities that one couldn't mistaken it, not Estelle especially as she had seen that face every morning and night embraced on her arms and bosom. She could tell who that man was even in a single breath.

The suspense heightened when Elle noticed "Estella" standing in front of Rafael. She quickly ran over and grabbed Rafael by his arms. She then buried her face to his taut chest. Her eyes wet with tears as she let out pitiful sobs from her mouth, 'I couldn't have lived without your security. My love, dearest, I have been waiting for you to help me from these humans.'

Rafael however was instead looking bluer than warmer. He stared at Estella's hair. It was indeed the same cherry blossom pink hair that he always played between his fingers. But he knows. He knew this wasn't his beloved Estella.

Reenacting Punishment