Love Is Like an Abyss

My sister, Grace Hunt, died on the operating table, and I lost the last family member of mine.

She was covered in wounds, died with her eyes open and filled with deep despair and pain.

However, the murderer was still teasing her at a banquet, "The lady of a noble family is much more interesting than ordinary women."

Five years later, I willingly became William Thompson, the most powerful man in his city, the most obedient and favorite socialite.