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WARNING some chapters may trigger the reader.

Emelia Beaumont first princess of the Redodel Empire and known as the Empire's flower. But soon her name was tarnished as the Empire fell onto the hands of the Vivian Empire. The two empires have been fighting for six years however victory reigned on the Vivan Empire, giving them access and power against the Redodel Empire.

"I am not someone who would be a use to you," The platinum blonde girl coldly said to the black-haired guy who didn't seem to be fizzled by her words. Instead, it pinned his interest in her.

"Are you sure? Because sooner or later you'll fall in love with me," The black-haired man answered with a sarcastic smile.

"Fall in love? My frozen heart won't melt for you," She sneered as the two guards that pushed her down to the floor forced her to lower her head.

"Then let's play a game, shall we? If you lose you are mine."

Emelia laughed pathetically then answered, "No matter what challenge you bring to me I will overcome it."

The black-haired man is named, Elliot Lucius Renaud. The current and youngest emperor of the Vivan Empire. Who fell in love with the princess of the Redodel Empire.

The platinum blonde girl is named, Emelia Louis Beaumont the princess of the fallen empire. Who eventually fell in love with the Vivan Empire's emperor, Elliot.

Is it fate or coincidence that brought them together?

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The Villain Who Fell In Love

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The chants of the knights and soldiers caught Emelia's attention as her eyes drifted away from the book. She casually lowers it on the table, leaving it open, faced down only to find herself envying them. Still not used, sitting on the chair, facing hundreds of paper a day, she sighed out loud.

"Miss Emelia, a letter from the temple has been sent to you," a servant bowed her head before entering her room, holding a small silver tray on her hands with a piece of envelope. The servant stood in front of her table, but then Emelia didn't move a single inch. Just staring at the detailed envelope.

The servant called for her name, and she broke out from her daze. She took the envelope away from the silver tray and opened it with a small hand knife that settled in the table drawer.

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