1 At age eight, our family's spiritual guide proclaimed my fate as "too delicate." Consequently, I was dispatched to Serenity Ridge, a sanctuary brimming with mystical energy, to live in isolation. The plan was for me to remain there until I turned eighteen. However, upon my eventual return to the family home, I uncovered a shocking revelation: For a decade, my supposed loving siblings had allowed their adopted foster sister, Jessica, to assume my identity. During my fiancé's birthday celebration, she took her deception even further. Jessica seized the symbol of our betrothal–a gift from my uncle, the Emperor–and flaunted