alienfrommars

In the year 675th of the imperial calendar, the empress, known for her brawn and wits, died at the hands of her beloved emperor. However, she awoke ten years prior to her death and in the body of Marsella Ross.

Marsella Ross. A good-for-nothing bastard child of Marquess Ross. Lived in the outskirt of the capital with only her nanny, the empress, now in this body and had this identity as Marsella swore to live peacefully — away from the bloody path she had taken, away from the power struggle. 

But is living peacefully possible when reality slapped her with the news of her sudden engagement with the Grand Duke?

The Grand Duke of Esmond, Luis Deviltooth Deamonne. A maniacal tyrant. Rumors have it bloodshed followed him like a shadow. He would murder nobles on a whim, and was said to have a heart as frigid as the cold north. 

With a marriage plotted by the emperor to keep him under control, many assumed Marsella and Luis’ will disavow their engagement. But alas, it had the complete opposite effect to them. They looked forward to it.

A villainess for the devil. 

Except:

“I now pronounce you, husband and wife! You may now kiss the bride!”

I turned and faced my groom, and he lifted my veil. Just like mine, the corner of his lips curled up devilishly as our eyes met. Red meets black. 

“They say a confident smile is the most beautiful accessory a woman can wear, but I’d say your smirk is, my wife.” He mused in a low tone, eyes glinting mischievously.

“I beg to disagree, my husband.” A chuckle slipped past my lips as I quirked a brow. “A woman’s best accessory is a handsome man.”

“Handsome? You surely have an odd taste to say that.”

I closed my eyes as he leaned in, waiting for his lips against mine. “I do not have an odd taste. It was just that my taste is beyond fashion, my husband.” 

Luis let out a low and soft chuckle before his lips touched mine, sealing this marriage with a kiss, and marking the beginning of our constant banter.

In most stories, marriage meant a happily ever after. But to them, it was just the beginning. 
 As their marriage progressed, secrets that lie in her blood slowly unveil, giving her an insatiable thirst that wasn't easily quenched. Could Luis accept his wife, who wasn't a normal human?

And with the threats to his life, could Marsella disregard the peaceful life she longed to protect her husband?

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Villainess for the Devil

"Sit." Augustus cocked his head to the chair I sat on. "I'm being kind here, sister. I hope you don't take it for granted."

I took a deep breath before walking back to the chair across from him. He didn't need to tell me to since what he said intrigued me. Who wouldn't? To utter ominous matters with such conviction in his voice, I wonder why he said such things.

"So?" I raised a brow as my eyelashes fluttered ever so slowly.

Augustus also arched his brow and glanced at the door. Just then, someone knocked from outside and opened it. It was the head maid I rarely see, pushing the food cart with the tea on it.

"How keen," I whispered, and he smirked. We didn't speak a word while the head maid served the tea until she bowed her head and left.

My eyes fell on the cup of tea in front of me. I never hesitated to eat or drink in this estate until now. The tea had a mild color of red and it made me wonder if this was normal tea or something else.

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