Buried with My Baby：A Hades Heiress Awakens

They strapped me to a temple altar and let my baby die — because the oracle said the Sun's heir had to be a boy, and mine was a girl. My husband Alexios held my hand and smiled while the priestess poured Hera's binding charm into my veins. His sister locked me in the cellar. His brother's widow celebrated upstairs. What they didn't know? My father is Hades. The black iron ring he sewed into my wedding gown? I broke it. Now the gold mines are dead. The rivers run black. The House of the Sun is burning. And I'm just getting started.