This book contains some content involving coercive relationships and provocative language.

Liv Rodaise was an ordinary tutor.

To pay for her sick sibling’s medicine, she had discreetly posed as a nude model a couple of times. She thought it wouldn’t be an issue—after all, only her back was painted.

That is, until someone purchased the nude painting that revealed her profile.

“God may listen, but He doesn’t grant wishes.”

The words were muttered cynically, barely loud enough for Liv to hear.

“The power to achieve something lies with humans, Teacher.”

His low voice was chilling, yet somehow alluring, like the song of a siren.

His blue eyes, which had been fixed on the statue, flicked down to Liv.

“So, pray to me.”

The marquis’s lips twisted ever so slightly. That fleeting moment of eye contact felt like an eternity.

“Who knows? A miracle might happen.”