The worst part of being the chosen one? You don’t get to choose anything. Not your destiny. Not your husband. Not even your damn hairstyle. Every outfit, every battle, every steamy betrayal—I’m starting to realize none of this was ever mine. But here’s the plot twist: I’m reclaiming it all, one scandal at a time.

Mehen thinks I’m his prize. Lion thinks I’m his redemption. And Sovereign? He’s watching it all like I’m a glitch he can’t debug. But newsflash: I’m not a bug. I’m the upgrade they never saw coming. And I’m about to rewrite this soap-opera space opera in red lipstick and rebellion.