No Gods But Me
The year I became one of the country's top defense attorneys, I received a case request from my ex-boyfriend, Julian Sterling.
We'd loved each other for four years, yet I couldn't marry him, couldn't have children with him, and couldn't even meet his family.
All because the Sterling family had a rule: whoever cast nine blessed oracle blocks in a row would be the daughter-in-law recognized by their ancestors.
I begged for that blessing a thousand times. Every cast came back cold.
Everyone in Harbor City laughed and said I was born without the fortune to marry into wealth.
Then my adopted sister returned from overseas, casually cast nine blessed blocks, and became engaged to Julian Sterli