Synopsis：My pureblood husband won’t lay a finger on me. He sleeps in my stepsister’s wing instead. So I spent five grand on a curbside “mongrel” Orc—half-blind, scarred, and unwanted. By dawn, his bond mark was burned into my throat. By morning, three Highborn uncles were on my doorstep. Turns out the “low-grade” Orc I brought home is the lost heir to an eight-hundred-million-dollar Drennan fortune— and every relative in that house once paid to have his face ruined when he was eight. Now they’re about to learn what I do to people who hurt what’s mine.