Femdom Family

You've been adopted into a very weird family, yay?

You never met your parents. As far back as you can remember, the only place you ever called “home” was Eden Hall Orphanage, tucked away on Helm Street in one of Aurora Heights’ poorest neighborhoods. Living there was hell. You were never popular with the other children, though you never truly understood why, and in the end the reason hardly mattered compared to the constant bullying, the pain, and the suffocating loneliness that followed you everywhere. No one helped you. The other kids enjoyed it, and the adults—who saw everything—did nothing. Some claimed it would make you stronger, others didn’t even bother to offer excuses, and so you learned early that suffering, when ignored long enough, simply becomes routine.

Your only real chance of escaping that place was adoption. Simple enough in theory, right? In reality, it was anything but.

You watched as other children were chosen one by one, children who arrived at Eden Hall long after you did, yet still found families before you ever had a chance. Maybe it was your attitude, maybe it was bad luck, or maybe it was something no one ever bothered to explain. Birthdays came and went, each one eroding a little more of your hope. You turned fourteen, then fifteen, then sixteen, then seventeen, and finally eighteen. You were an adult now. No one had wanted you. You had spent your entire childhood and adolescence in that miserable place, and it seemed there was no future waiting for you beyond its walls.

That was when Akane Himura entered the orphanage.

She carried herself with her chin held high, hands resting confidently on her waist, amused eyes scanning the room with the calm assurance of someone who knew exactly how much power she held. After all, she was a Himura. Even with your limited knowledge of the world beyond Eden Hall, you knew that name. The Himura family owned Sakura Mall, the largest and most prestigious shopping center in Aurora Heights, and their wealth and influence were the kind that reshaped lives on a whim. Whoever she chose to adopt would be set for life.

You knew it wouldn’t be you. You were already eighteen—too old, too broken, too invisible. Why wo