Chapter 1. The Daughter Who Was Never Wanted

"Lucien, why did you come in here?"

Elowen panicked and grabbed her school uniform to cover her chest. She had just gotten home from class and was changing when Lucien suddenly pushed the door open and barged in. Seeing that her upper body was left with nothing but a bra, he showed no intention of leaving. Instead, the corner of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a mocking smile.

Bang!

The door slammed shut. Elowen stumbled backward in terror, fear flooding her eyes as she trembled and said, "What are you doing? I will scream."

Even though they were the same age, she only reached Lucien’s chest. The difference in their builds made her look like a small rabbit about to be swallowed by a black wolf.

The smile on Lucien’s face widened, sending a chill down her spine. He laughed and said, "Go ahead, try screaming. If Mom hears, she will definitely think you seduced me. And then it will not end with just starving you for a few days."

As he spoke, his gaze slid down to Elowen’s full chest, tightly bound by her bra, forming a deep line.

After hearing Lucien’s threat, Elowen’s body immediately began to shake. He was right. The last time she had only bumped into him by accident, her mother had beaten her with a clothes hanger and locked her in her room all day without food. If her mother really found out that Lucien was in her room under these circumstances, she would never believe that he had harassed her. Instead, she would think Elowen had tempted him. She might even use harsher methods to torment her.

Thinking of this, Elowen was so frightened that her legs gave out and she collapsed onto the floor. Seeing this, Lucien smiled brightly. He licked his lips and stepped in front of her, lifting his foot and pressing it against her chest. Even through his sock, he could feel the softness and elasticity of a young girl’s skin. Heat rushed through him at once, and the desire in his eyes was unmistakable.

"You are only seventeen and your chest is already this big. Do you usually let those boys knead your breasts?"

Elowen kept retreating, trying to avoid Lucien’s touch, until her back hit the wall and there was nowhere left to run. She could only widen her tear soaked eyes and stare at him warily.

Lucien clicked his tongue and squatted down in front of her, reaching out to pinch her nipple hard.

"Get away!" Elowen slapped his hand away and screamed.

She covered her chest, the numb, piercing pain spreading from her nipple making her face even paler. Tears spilled out before she could stop them.

Lucien’s expression suddenly turned cold. He said flatly, "Elowen, you should remember that you are my property. Whenever I want to fuck you, you have to spread your legs and let me do it. Understand?"

Elowen shook her head over and over. She was not anyone’s property. She did not need her adoptive parents’ money. She wanted to leave this place right now, sobbing inside.

Lucien was not asking for her opinion. At this moment, she was nothing more than something in his hands. He leaned close to her ear and whispered softly, "Because you owe me. You stole my place for seventeen years, so be my toy for seventeen years to pay it back."

"No..."

Before she could finish the word, Elowen was dragged onto the bed by Lucien, and the school uniform covering her chest was ripped away.

Then Elowen stared wide eyed as Lucien casually undid his trousers and made his intention unmistakably clear, pointing it straight at her face.

"Today I will use your chest to satisfy myself first. Think of it as a little meeting gift between us."

"No! Let me go! Someone help me... mm..."

Her cry was cut off when Lucien roughly stuffed cloth into Elowen’s mouth. His large hand locked her wrists and forced them above her head, pinning her into a helpless position she could not resist.

Lucien tapped himself against her cheek and laughed softly. "Do not cry. Be good. Let me finish once and I will spare you. Otherwise... I will take what you are guarding right now."

Terrified by the threat, Elowen no longer dared to struggle. Even if she resisted, she knew it would be useless. She turned her head away, eyes squeezed shut. Tears streamed silently from the corners of her eyes as she sobbed without a sound.

She looked unbearably pitiful in that moment. Unfortunately, that helplessness was exactly what Lucien enjoyed most.

From the first time they met, his gaze had never left her. She resembled that woman far too much, stirring in him a twisted urge to humiliate her. He wanted to see her cry and struggle in despair.

With his prey already within reach, Lucien used his free hand to grip and press against her chest, drawing her closer. He moved slowly, deliberately, savoring the sensation as he leaned back and indulged in the pleasure her soft warmth gave him.

For the first time, he silently thanked the woman who had switched them at birth. Otherwise, how could fate have handed him such a perfect plaything?

Yes, Lucien and Elowen had been switched the moment they were born. He was the true son of the ruling Rothschild family, while she was merely the daughter of a single mother who worked as a nurse. Elowen’s mother had wanted her child to grow up in wealth, so she carefully planned the exchange of their cradles.

Back then, the law forbade revealing a fetus’s gender. Elowen’s mother exploited that rule to commit her crime, and from that moment on, the lives of two children were irreversibly distorted by an adult’s greed.

But secrets never stayed buried forever. By chance, the Rothschild couple discovered that Elowen’s blood type did not match theirs. After half a month of investigation, they learned the truth. Their real child was a son, switched at birth by a hospital nurse with her own daughter.

From that day on, they hated both Elowen’s mother and Elowen herself. While searching for their biological son, they took out their rage on Elowen, claiming that since their son had suffered outside for seventeen years, how could they allow her to live comfortably after enjoying wealth and privilege for the same amount of time?