'My darling, I waited for you for so long, fought many battles just to spend a day with you. I took down many people just to ensure you were alright. Tell me, would I prefer to lose my kingdom than lose you? Though I established it, it's not worth losing you at all. If I could wait for so long, I can wait a little longer. If it takes me to fight the gods and heavens just so we could be together, I certainly would. Just a little longer until I make nothing stand between you and me.' *** A cursed princess and a duty-bound demon are bound by an arranged marriage. Can the fiery princess melt the icy demon's heart or will his chill extinguish her flames? But there's more to this tale than just an arranged marriage. Isadora's curse adds a layer of mystery and danger to their union. A princess cursed with a deadly fate. She cannot be loved by any man, for whoever dares to break the curse will only bring her closer to death. But despite the darkness that looms over her, Isadora decides to take a chance on love, even if it means only experiencing it for a brief moment. He is a man haunted by a vow made in a past life, a vow that cannot be broken. His undying love for a woman he believes to be lost adds a haunting element to the story. Is he willing to let go of his past and embrace the present? Only time will tell in this enigmatic tale of love and destiny.With a plot of twists and turns,a tale of sacrifice, and the power of love that will leave readers spellbound. Book cover is mine do not steal.
Princess Isadora had always been a sheltered and naive young woman. Growing up in the palace, she had been protected from the harsh realities of the world, and had always believed in the power of love. However, fate had other plans for her.
Isadora was summoned to her mother's chambers. The Queen sat on her throne, surrounded by her advisors and the kingdom's most esteemed officials. Isadora curtsied before her mother and waited patiently for her instructions.
"Isadora," the Queen began, "As you know, we are bound by an ancient treaty with the neighboring kingdom of Eldrid. The treaty requires that every decade, we send a tribute to their kingdom. This tribute must be a woman, of royal blood, who is to be married to their king."
Isadora's heart skipped a beat. She had heard rumors of the Eldrid kingdom, of its brutal ruler, King Devon, and of the curse that plagued their land. According to legend, King Devon had been known to be an heartless demon, and he had become the most feared man in all the land.
"But Mother," Isadora protested, "I cannot marry a man who is a monster. I cannot be bound to a life of misery and unhappiness." "You have no choice in the matter, Isadora," the Queen replied sternly. "It is our duty to uphold the treaty, and you are the only suitable candidate for the tribute. You will leave for Eldrid tomorrow."
Isadora's heart sank as she realized the gravity of the situation. She would be forced to leave behind her family, her home, and everything she had ever known. She would be married to a man who was rumored to be a monster and who could kill her at any time. Isadora ran to her chamber and cried her heart out.
"I don't want to get married to him, that ugly monster. I would rather die than marry him." "Isadora, open your door," her mother screamed. "Mother, I want to be alone," she replied. Without waiting for her reply, her mother barged into her chamber and said, "You must have the audacity to speak in such a manner to me. I have come here not to console you but to tell you that you need to get married tomorrow because your soon-to-be husband can no longer wait," and with that, she left. Isadora knew she only had one option and that was to run away from all this madness.
She took some clothes and tied them like a rope. She then tied one end of the clothing to the window and climbed down slowly. As she climbed down the window, she reached the ground. However, some guards immediately spotted her and held her captive. "Let me go," Isadora shouted.
The guards dragged her back inside the palace, and as soon as they spotted their queen, they threw her on the ground like she was some piece of trash. Queen Sofia was fuming, and before she knew it, she slapped Isadora's cheeks hard. "How dare you try to escape? I should have killed you when I had the chance to. You are a disgrace, a big disgrace to the Ivarion name."
Tears streamed down her eyes. She couldn't believe her own mother could do this to her. "I hate you, Mother," she screamed. "Guards, lock her up in the dungeon and do not release her until tomorrow," her mother ordered.
As the guards dragged her to the dungeon and locked her up with heavy chains, Isadora fell on the cold, hard surface of the ground. She knew that she had to find a way out of this marriage, and she vowed to escape it before it even started.
In the throne room, Alexander stood in front of his parents, feeling a mix of anger and sadness. "Mother, father," he said firmly, "Isadora's punishment is too severe. She doesn't deserve to be locked up in the dungeon." His mother, Queen Sofia, raised an eyebrow. "And who are you to decide what punishment she deserves, Alexander?"
"I am her brother, and I care about her wellbeing," he replied. "I cannot stand by and watch as she suffers." King Rubort scoffed.
"You always were soft-hearted, Alex. But your sister's curse has brought nothing but shame to our family. She must be punished."
Alex clenched his fists. "She is not to blame for her curse! And locking her up will not make things better." As he left the throne room, guards tried to stop him, but he pushed past them. When he reached the dungeon, he found Isadora in a pitiful state.
Her hair was unkempt, her clothes dirty, and she was chained up. "Isadora, it's me, Alex," he said softly. She turned to face him, her eyes filled with tears. "Go away, Alex. I don't want to see you." He took a step closer. "I'm sorry, Isadora. I'm sorry for everything that's happened."
She scoffed. "You're sorry? That's supposed to make everything better?" He looked down at his feet. "No, I know it won't. But I want you to know that I'm on your side. I'll do whatever I can to help you." She wiped away a tear. "It's too late, Alex.
Tomorrow, I'm supposed to marry a monster." He felt his heart sink. "What? How is that even possible?" "Mother and father arranged it," she said bitterly. "They don't care about me. They never have." He shook his head in disbelief. "I won't let that happen. You deserve better than this."
Alex rushed back to the throne room and confronted his parents. "I won't allow my sister to marry a monster!" King Rubort sneered.
"You think you can defy us, Alexander? Lock him up in the dungeon until after the wedding." Alex gritted his teeth as guards dragged him away. He knew he had to find a way out and save Isadora from her terrible fate.
"After our contract ends, I can be with anyone I want," Lit declared, leaving him equally shocked. This girl had a knack for getting on his nerves, little did she know he had no intention of letting her go. *** He stared at the blade driven into his heart, blood seeping from the wound. He was on the verge of surrendering to death. "Isn't this what you desired? To exact revenge upon the murderers of your parents. Now that you have it, are you content?" he uttered with a sinister laugh. Yes, I should find solace in this accomplishment, but I felt nothing of the sort. What would my parents think if they knew I had fallen in love with their killer? "Oh Solvandor, my only mistake was allowing myself to love you," i said tearfully, my words echoing with regret. But one day all of a sudden he heard the voice he always wanted to hear "MATE" but no wolf?
While Sienna reached the pinnacle of her success, Julian remained the forgotten son of his family, the one who had secretly stolen her first kiss in the shadows of the night. As Sienna hit her darkest moment, Julian returned home, leaving his life behind, only to witness her tears glistening in the moonlight as she reluctantly accepted another man's proposal. When Sienna needed Julian more than ever, he had risen to a position of power and had become her most steadfast pillar of support. "Please marry me." There was no one else in the world who could love Sienna as deeply as Julian did.
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”
"Carroll Brown is dead! But you have to marry him in your sister's name." My mother said to me in a cold tone. My sister was engaged to the hottest billionaire. It should have been a perfect marriage. Unexpectedly, Carroll was dead in an accident. My sister didn't want to become a widow, so she forced me to marry her dead fiance. And I had no right to refuse her. Actually, I was the biological daughter of the Smith family. My sister was an adoptive one. My sister and I had been swapped at the hospital when we were just born. My parents had already had a deep relationship with her. So they chose to sacrifice me. On the wedding day, I was taken to the mourning hall. "Ma'am, please keep Master company and let him feel warm." The housekeeper said with a cold expression. I couldn't help but look up at the portrait above the coffin, and my heart skipped a beat at this glance. The man in the portrait was more handsome than the superstars in Hollywood. Carroll Brown? My dead husband? Wow, he was really handsome! I didn't know how long had passed when my stomach began to rebel. After one glance at the coffin, I swallowed my saliva and then begged with my fingers crossed. "Mr. Carroll, I'm starving! May I eat your pastries? You don't mind, do you?" "I do." "Ah!" Scared, I broke out in a cold sweat. My legs went limp, and I fell to the ground. I shouted, "Ghost!" Carroll curled his lips, leaned over, and touched the black coffin. "Mr. Carroll has risen from the dead. What do you think of this headline tomorrow?"
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"
Rose looked at the reports in her hand and was in shock... The reports said that she was one month pregnant, however, how can she get pregnant when she didn't have any man in her life... "Was it because of that dream? Could I get pregnant because I have sex in my dream?" She thought... She didn't have any mental problems, however, except for this she can't able to think about anything... However, she still didn't get out of her surprise when she met the man in her dream... Kevin Davis looked at the reports in her hand and asked, "Is this child mine?" However, Rose didn't answer but asked... "Was that night not a dream?" Kevin was angry because it was his first time and she thinks it was a dream... Kevin forced her to marry him however, Rose didn't want it... She wanted to abort the child but he didn't let her... In the end... Rose agreed to marry him... She looked at Kevin's blue eyes and said, "I will marry you, however, I had two conditions..." "First, after marriage, you can't control my freedom, I still had the right to do whatever I want. Don't worry I won't harm the child." "Second, if I ever found out that you had cheated behind my back then I will leave with my child and you can't stop me..." Both of them got married... However, after she falls in love with him... She found there are hidden secrets in his past...
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.