From Bedwarmer to Mother Goddess

I am the illegitimate half-blood daughter of Hermes, god of trickery—forced to become my stepsister Victoria's body double in bed.

Every night I endured her husband, the war god Ares, taking me like a beast that knows no satiation. And every morning, I knelt before her and recited his pillow talk back to her, word for word.

When our three-year agreement expired, she tried to marry me off to a violent, deranged guard.

I begged Ares for some kind of status. He laughed and said: "You're nothing but a gift with purchase."