St.Jude’s Reformatory, The Serving Tray

At twelve, my parents were burned alive. The trauma was so deep that I lost my memory and spent years in a daze.

I moved into the Sterling estate with a hundred-million-dollar inheritance. Caden, who was eight years older than me, became my legal guardian. I called him Uncle Caden.

At eighteen, I fell in love with him. Instead of a ring, he sent me to St. Jude's Reformatory to "learn the rules."

Six years later, Caden finally brought me home. He ignored everyone's objections and knelt before