Vessel Synonym

Jade Miller used to believe in fairytales. When the city’s most formidable billionaire, Caspian Vance, plucked her from her life of poverty, she thought she was being saved. She gave him her heart, her loyalty, and her innocence, only to realize she was never a wife—she was an investment. To Caspian, she was nothing more than a "breeding vessel," a genetically suitable body meant to secure his family’s bloodline. The betrayal was silent but absolute. After discovering Caspian’s ice-cold plan to discard her once she delivered his heir, Jade didn't just break—she vanished. Carrying a secret pregnancy and a heart shredded by the man she once worshipped, she gritted her teeth through the pain and plotted a desperate escape. Five years later, the ghost has returned. The girl who was once quiet and easily bruised is gone. In her place stands Dr. Jade Miller, a revered genius doctor whose beauty is as sharp as her intellect. She has spent every waking hour growing into her best self, shedding her shattered illusions like a second skin. She doesn't just walk into a room; she commands it with an unshakable poise that leaves people breathless. Now, the hunter has become the prey. Caspian Vance, the man who once broke her with a single word, is the one kneeling at her feet, begging for a second chance at a love he never deserved. But Jade isn't looking for an apology—she's looking for the fullest life possible, one where she is the one holding the power. In a world where love is a survival game, Jade is finally ready to play.

The Lycan King's Slave Island 1797. Westbay, Southwest England. Old fishermen spoke in hushed voices of black ships that moved without sails, hunting through winter fog. They whispered of an island fortress where monsters kept slaves—a place they called "Girl's Hell." I thought them fools telling penny dreadful stories. Until that cursed vessel came for us. My sister Davelina and I were dragged aboard that legendary black ship. My boyish disguise fooled the lycans, landing me among male slaves while Davelina was taken to their King. Days of scrubbing blood from stone floors taught me the castle's horror. Guards whispered of the Wolf King who devoured every woman sent to him. None survived dawn. But even disguised, I wasn't safe. Yellow eyes lingered too long. Nostrils flared, testing. The awful truth revealed itself quickly—some lycans were so starved they'd take any warm hole. Young slaves vanished. The lucky ones died quickly. My binding slipped. For one heart-stopping moment, curves showed through fabric. I hunched forward, pulse hammering. Voice cracks. Suspicious stares. Close calls that left me shaking. Every mistake brought me closer to discovery. Every day meant Davelina suffered somewhere in those breeding chambers. How long could I survive in this island of monsters? How long before they learned I'm a girl? In this hell of stone and screams, I am running out of places to hide. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This book is an extremely dark fantasy romance inspired by real-world horrors but set in a fictional universe. This story contains extremely dark content including graphic violence, forced captivity and sexual themes that may disturb readers. Please prepare yourself morally and emotionally before proceeding. For mature readers only.