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The devil doesn't come dressed in a red cape and pointy horns. He comes as everything you've ever wished for. 

Callum Facci hasn't always had it easy, but that's never stopped him from working hard for the life he wants. From the bastard son of a traitor to the candidate for the next prime minister, he had come a long way. 

Just as he thought he would be the youngest prime minister of the country after winning the coming election in two months, a piece of news leaked out. 

Apparently, the current Prime minister of the country was found dead with his balls crushed beyond recognition in his residence. 

Callum's wish of becoming the next prime minister was soon replaced by another dire wish; to catch the murder of PM Joseph -- Duchess of Orin, Calliope Wilding.

Calliope Wilding, the rumoured cursed daughter of Late Duke of Orin didn't need an introduction. At birth, she lost her mother. At eighteen she was married off to a wealthy older man by her titled father. At nineteen, she lost her father. And at twenty, she lost her husband. 

As if she couldn't be more cursed, Calliope Wilding is on run for more than a year now. 

Her only wish-- to get her knight in shining armour. 

Her wish came true. 

Her knight appears not in shining armour but a black suit. 

Then again, the devil also comes as everything you've ever wished for. And Callum Facci, the man with the face of an angel and demeanour that of a saint, is nothing but a devil appeared as a knight had come to drag her back to the fiery pits of hell. 

But who had ever left unscathed from the sweet and sinful seduction of the devil? Especially the one with the face of an angel and the body of a knight? 


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Synopsis---2


Callum Facci's life motto used to become powerful, a little bit more powerful and all more powerful. 


Then he, he met a beautiful and young painter (His greatest rival in disguise) 


His life motto was quickly changed to: 


Making Calliope Wilding his wife! 

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Callum Facci: Would you like to go out with me?


Calliope Wilding: What for? 

Callum Facci: For coffee or a meal?


Calliope Wilding: Sorry, I like homemade food the best. 


Dense Calliope– 1, All-wise Callum– 0

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Even though Callum knew his Duchess was dense, but she was his, no objections allowed!

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This story is about a woman who found love when she least expected. She is a duchess who had been on run for a year. 

[Tags: Beautiful Female Lead, Charming Protagonist, Couple Growth, Devoted Love Interests, Doting Love Interests,  Female Protagonist,  Handsome Male Lead, Heartwarming Inferiority Complex,  Love Interest Falls in Love First, Marriage,  Slow Romance Strong Love Interests, Unconditional Love, Wealthy Love interests, Aristocracy, Politics, Business Management.]

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Mature Content ahead. 


No Rape or Cheating. 


This story is set in the same world as the book 'THe Villain'


It is a part of the series 'dark horses' but can be read as a standalone. 

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My Other works:


The Typhoon's dangerous wife

THe Villain 

Reincarnation: From Opressed Missy to Campus Belle.

Flash Marriage: I accidentally married a Mafia princess.

The Kiss Of Deception

Suddenly, the door opened and Callum barged through it restlessly. He looked just as pathetic as his wife at this moment. Maybe, he looked worse than his wife. However, it was a relief that he wasn't crying already.

"I'm sorry, baby, "Callum whispered as he kissed her face. "I got late. I'm sorry. I'm right here now."

Calliope hugged him tightly and kissed him several times as if she couldn't get enough of him. She was so relieved that he came. She couldn't express how happy she felt at this moment.

"Don't cry. Don't cry, "Callum whispered as he wiped her tears. If he knew that she would be in hospital when he would return, he wouldn't have left at all. No matter how important this day was for him.

"Then, why are you crying?" Calliope chuckled and sobbed at the same time. He was just a mess like her.

May you rot in hell