Pregnant with royal triplets and dying from Aether-burn—a terminal decay of her magical core—Kaelia watches her fated mate, Rhydian, hand her crown, her home, and her life-force to his manipulative first love. After months of emotional torture and physical abuse disguised as 'protecting the fragile,' Kaelia realizes her devotion is a death sentence. She tricks the arrogant king into signing a Bond Severance contract and plots her escape to a rival empire. But when a cruel punishment pushes her to the brink of death, Kaelia won't just vanish—she will rise from the ashes to burn his world to the ground.

When a clinic fire trapped me and my husband’s patient, I bled on the floor, begging for help. But Julian, a brilliant surgeon, only looked at her. 'I can't let Elise's heart stop again,' he panicked, carrying the woman who received his dead first love's heart to safety. He didn't know I was pregnant. He didn't know his choice killed our baby. Now, I have exactly seven days before my secret flight to Geneva. He thinks I'm just throwing a tantrum. He has no idea I'm already gone.

For fifteen years, Evelyn was the glue holding her family together. She paid the bills, quietly bailed her husband out of disastrous business deals, and kept her rebellious teenagers from ruining their futures. To them, she was a nagging, controlling "psycho." But when Evelyn discovers her husband has brought his young mistress into their home—and that her children have warmly embraced her—something snaps. No more shouting. No more saving. Evelyn quietly withdraws her wealth, her influence, and her protection, letting them have exactly what they wanted: a life without her rules. As the real world crashes down on them, they quickly realize that the "control freak" was the only thing keeping them alive.

To prevent the tragic fall of her country, Princess Evelyn of Anyang is forced into a political marriage with Arthur, the ruthless, iron-fisted general of the rival Great Da empire. Renowned for her breathtaking beauty and legendary frailness—coughing thrice every three steps and forever bound to medicine jars—Evelyn is widely believed to be a sacrificial lamb walking straight into a tiger's den. Everyone expects her to perish quickly under the brutal general's thumb. Yet, against all odds, the sickly princess not only blossoms under his care, recovering her health, but eventually astounds the court with a rounded belly, glowing like a pampered peony. Arthur, the most formidable commander in Da, feared even by the emperor, finds himself utterly powerless against his sharp-tongued, delicate bride. Unable to win in a war of words against her frail yet fiercely witty wife, the powerful general must resort to a different battlefield: pampering her beyond measure.