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

"I am anything but foolish, my lady. I prefer to get blind and bask in your light than get devoured with regret once the day ends."

A shallow breath slipped past my lips as my tensed shoulder relaxed. This Grand Duke surely had his way with his words. I wonder how many had fallen in his sweet mouth? Probably too many to count.

"Do you feel better now?" he asked in a gentle tone, and I shook my head weakly. My reaction caused his brows to knit.

"I feel even worse, Your Grace. Now, I'm not just frustrated, but jealous as well." I rolled my eyes and brushed his hands away from my shoulder. "You're such a sweet talker that I'm thinking about preparing a parliament to write down all the ladies' names in the capital."

"My. It seems my fiance will be busy tonight then," he humored, and I cast him a dead look. He was enjoying this.

"Your Grace, please have mercy on my fragile heart."

Luis chortled as he offered his arm to me. "I'm trying."

Her request