Alala looking at her hand. As Venus gracefully moved through the bustling crowd, her presence lingered on the periphery of everyone’s vision. Her striking beauty surpassed that of every other guest in attendance, yet she remained a captivating enigma, unseen and ignored. To acknowledge her was to risk social exile, a fate none in attendance dared to invite upon themselves. Her allure was a paradox—stunning, yet repelled and despised. Mainly those belonging to the illustrious

Chapter Two: These seven families, basking in their unique grandeur, owed their affluence to the blessings of Vaneesha, the mysterious benefactor of their fortunes. Through her teachings, she had empowered them to master their crafts with unmatched finesse, transforming their talents into thriving enterprises. Gone were the days when the seven families humbly acknowledged their indebtedness to Vaneesha for her benevolence. Their gratitude had slowly eroded, replaced by an arr

Prologue: Long ago, a mother gave birth to twin sons—Troy and Krie. Troy was born first and with his first breath inherited her entire memory: her legacy, her wisdom, the ancient history of their people. But as the mother slipped toward death, her second son was still within her. Krie received not her gifts, but fragments—distorted echoes trapped in death. From that ruin, something twisted was born. Later, from Troy’s bloodline, came Vaneesha. She was not human but made in th

Chapter 1: Time passed, and the names of the original seven families faded into obscurity, while Vaneesha’s name remained etched in memory. Tower City flourished as a beacon of innovation and progress, with each generation instilled with values of love and mutual respect. However, as the years marched on, the city began to forget its roots. Signs of decline emerged. The youth no longer revered their elders, dismissing them as outdated and foolish. The haunting melody of the t