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In her past life~

She was brought up by an ancient, heavenly deity- who once ruled all the realms, being the epitome of fear in one’s heart. 

Growing up~ She turned out to be an evil queen with a notorious reputation in all the said realms.   

“Hmm? Why was I not aware of the existence of such magnificent artwork?” She questioned her commander, while grazing the cheekbones of the God-like entity, whose mere presence made the remaining army of hers unable to approach anywhere near him, while his gaze was fixated on her,….. whereas her eyes were full of marvel and She- was totally captivated by him.  

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He was the emperor of the world. A bloodthirsty tyrant who doesn’t know the meaning of forgiveness.   

He was worshiped by the poor, praised by the rich, and feared by his enemies. 
A leader, and a supreme ruler was what he was!  But a fateful encounter with a wounded woman, turned his world upside-down.  

At what cost? The world he built and protected with all his might, crumbled and turned into ashes in front of his eyes, his people betrayed him, he lost his only son, and most importantly he lost his pride.  

When all was lost, and he was wallowed in an endless darkness of despair~ He found out about his real identity.  

“Sleep” came an emotionless voice, turning him immobile and collapsing on the bloody grounds he stood on!

  “-till the time comes.......-husband ~” said the person, gently wiping the blood off of his carefully-sculpted-looking face.  

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Present~

  In the modern era~  

All she wanted was a Mom…..So, she turned herself into a mother.  

Whenever she got hurt, She was in need of a Dad-who’d protect her…..So, she created a conscience as her Dad.  

She is the happiest person in the world! That’s how she looks to others, unless one gets to know her.  

She is a superior being who knows herself well, always conscious of her personalities she created……until one day, when her hidden conscience she calls her Dad-took over her, to subdue a being with golden eyes who called her “Wife~”  

What bewildered her the most was, ‘ The wife calling being ‘ happened to be the world-renowned superstar, whom she got acquainted with a few days ago in her office.  

While she was trying to calm her mind with the unprecedented turn of events, by busying her mind with the “task” she was given… She somehow became the wife of the insanely handsome/cold-looking/ prodigal/world-renowned Businessman /Ruler of underworld aka Cold-blooded King/ who also happened to be the head to one of the two ancient royal families- ruling the world, from the shadows, from a long time ago.  

Unwilling to accept his terms then, she ran away from the place during the day…..only to be trapped by night.  Her: “You! What do you think of me?huh?!?” She yelled at him furiously, unable to contain her anger any longer, seeing him in her bedroom.

Him: *Silence  

After a while, “ …..-My wife.” He replied, shutting her mouth with his. 

My Dearest wife... Make a Choice¡!

"Do not hate me, my Wife. Your husband is weak against you."


He said kissing her forehead, brushing her stray strands aside, with a tender look towards the sleeping angel in his arms.


"I am afraid that you'll disappear from my view, if I don't make you mine." his voice felt a bit constrained, which is totally opposite to his usual, cruel and sinister ones.


"Your existence is like air for me....." he mumbled silently, that couldn't be heard unless the listener would strain their ears.


"Forgive this selfish husband of yours, for hurting you this much." his hold on her tightened, refusing to look at her innocent face, his gaze fixed on the red mark on her white dress.


He silently mumbled sorry to her in an inaudible whisper, about thousands of times.


She slightly opened her eyes and looked at his bare chest where his heart was thumping unusually loud.


'Stupid husband.' she scoffed, and dozed off to sleep, snuggling closer to him.


Chapter 87: Weak