Under My Deceitful Wife’s Spell

t rose petals, brushing against Lena Evans' skin with a gentle touch.

g an ethereal glow on her features-a

er mother alongside her younger brother, rely

emand: she was to take the place of her father's other daughter, Alana Evans,

arrangement. With no emotional attachment to his bride, Dylan left the

mily, he had returned-ordered to solidif

ight and spent it with Dylan, they would release her mother and br

ns family. They could crush her and he

ana was the only reason they c

esembled each other, their fig

sically close to Alana, the Ev

chestrated the meeting at

shut and play your part!" an older woman hissed behind Lena, her tone sharp. S

quietly. "I

every detail about Dylan until hi

ed, glaring. Despite their likeness, th

t your place. Even if you end up in his bed, you'r

the one she'd waited three

an's family had demanded the bride must be a vi

the sting of tears. "Release my m

y. "Just make sure you do your part." She then gestured to t

an whispered urgently,

quickly retreated

rvant led a tall man, clad in a loose bathrobe, into the ro

wife can relax in the spri

servants depa

e spring. Her presence was alluring-sof

the straps on her shoulders see

slike for Alana. Yet, this version of her seemed di

eached for his bathrobe, despe

im to leave-her beloved o

ncy for fear of bei

she whispered, "Don't

a sent a shiver

he water, clinging to him, her tr

n brushed her hand away an

y married and needed to ful

'm your husband?" Dylan m

s,

s he gripped her chin, pulling

r intimacy, but his hands le

of alcohol linge

his long lashes flutter, lending his chis

her file-his deep-set eyes unreadable,

der his touch as his kisses wandered,

om the spring wrapped the mom

rms encircling his neck. In the warmth of the spring, the n