Becoming the Villain’s Family

The name “Sirens” came from mythical beings known for their ability to captivate, heal, and manipulate others with their voices. To Aria, however, it was a curse. She had lived as a siren, enduring countless horrors, witnessing unthinkable cruelty, and hearing endless cries of despair. With her heart shattered and hope lost, she saw no escape from her suffering and surrendered to the thought of death.

But just as her despair reached its peak, he appeared—the Grand Duke, Lloyd Cardence Valentine. His arrival was like a storm, his voice cold and decisive. Leaning closer, he uttered, “Should I silence everyone here?” His words were not a question but a promise.

“If you ever need me,” he continued, his tone unwavering, “just call for me. Your song will always find me, no matter where you are.”

In the darkest moment of her life, Aria sang, summoning the devil himself. And true to his word, Lloyd answered, bringing destruction to everyone in her torment. In the wake of the chaos, Aria fell alongside her oppressors, breathing her last breath amidst the ruin she had called upon.

“Let’s descend into hell together,” she whispered in her final moment.

Death, however, was not the end. When Aria opened her eyes again, she found herself in the body of her 10-year-old self. It was as if fate had handed her a second chance, a chance to rewrite her story. This time, she resolved to change her destiny and save the one who had been her salvation—Lloyd Cardence Valentine.

With determination burning in her heart, Aria approached the young Grand Duke. She extended a proposal—not of love, but of survival. She handed him a contract, her voice steady and resolute.

“Marry me,” she said, her small hand holding the document firmly. “In ten years, we’ll part ways.”

To her surprise, Lloyd accepted without hesitation, taking the contract and meeting her gaze. “Where do I seal it?” he asked, his calm demeanor masking a hidden intensity.

Years passed. The agreement was supposed to end in separation, but the man before her had changed. The once-young duke, now a powerful and formidable figure, gazed at her with an expression far from detachment.

“You promised we’d part ways in ten years,” he reminded her, his voice softer now, yet still filled with an undeniable weight.

Drawing closer, he gently pressed a kiss to the crown of her head, leaving her breathless. “But now that we’re adults, perhaps it’s time to discuss a new contract.”