I_am_Creator

His whole life turned into a joke, when Leonardo Thawyne the proud son of Duke William Thawyne, came to know that he was not the real son but a swapped kid. And now to save his inheritance he would have to marry the real heiress.
Evangeline Rossador, a simple music teacher from a town, was content with teaching music to kids and having a garden in her home. But her whole life turned upside down when she was announced as betrothed to infamous cruel duke Leonardo as her father's last wish before dying.
They both were hardly accepting the fact that they were bound in a forced marriage when life played another game and she found herself standing in front of her died father.
Soon more deaths started to occur and they both find themselves standing in mid of many misunderstandings and conflicts.
How would this chaos be solved? And would they be able to find love in this politically enforced marriage?
“I asked what were you doing there?” she glared back at the roaring man who was trying to show his rights to her.
“I was dancing with the Earl Nickolas,” she replied, looking back in his eyes.
“Theodore go and bring the fingers of Earl who has dared to touch what is mine.” came the reply with an evil smirk.
“Now tell me, my dear wife,” he whispered as he came close to her, “which part of your body have he actually touched?

Evil Duke, Please Be Gentle!

"Bam! Boom! Spam!" The sound of the hooves and the sound of guns shooting the area caught the attention of Reynold whose face turned cold.

He held his sword in one hand and his gun in the other hand as he walked to the window and took off the curtains.

"There are at least six men. My lady i want you to lay on the ground behind the sofa." he ordered her without taking his gaze away from the window and scanning their movements,

"You have a blanket laid there in advance right?" he asked in a solemn tone when she stood up with caution.

"Yes,! It would be a lie if I say I was not prepared for it." she chuckled without humor as she walked consciously on the blanket that was spread between the sofa and the large bookshelf that would hide her.

Until the person would walk in and aim directly at her head, she would not be affected even if the whole house would turn into ruin just by the amount of pillows spread to take the shot instead of her.

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