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Just...what exactly are you doing?!"
"Being greedy...what else?"

She gasped as he pulled her in his arms, encircling his muscular black shirt covered ones around her slim waist. Her eyes widened even more when she felt all his pectorals and muscles underneath his shirt through her flimsy nightgown.

Her lips trembled when she felt him tilt her chin. "B-but I'm your brother's fiance..." His luscious lips stopped halfway at this. 

"Then I hope he won't mind if I steal away his unattended, unhappy fiance forever..."


Isleen Liberine, the only daughter of Duke Frederick was sent to her in-laws house before her marriage, just like any other daughter of a noble. But here's the twist....Isleen is NOT like the other daughters of nobles. So when her family successfully persuades her to get married to the proud Count of Heathanne's son, Daniel...she immediately retaliates, only to be subdued with a heavy hand.

But what our wild Isleen didn't expect to discover was something that'd turn her life in a three sixty degree manner...or maybe finally allow her to spread her wings of freedom?
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Abused, bruised and beaten...the only things which 'the untitled' Rhysand knew was pain. So when a warm ray of sunshine penetrates his cold world, he's desperate to grasp it no matter the consequence. But what he doesn't expect is that sunshine to be none other than his brother's fiance!?..
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~Thê Untîtlêd is a story of a whirlwind forbidden romance and the desperate attempts to live your dreams.~

Thê Ûntîtlêd

"I don't want to marry Daniel Heathenne Father."

Isleen had blurted out to her parents after the count's family had departed from their mansion. Her parents froze when they heard this. The Duke strode to where she was standing in the living room and soon after, Isleen had felt a stinging pain of her left cheek with her head jerked to the right side.

"You dare to go against me?! How dare you talk back to your Father!" The Duke bellowed while Duchess Isa sank more in her seat when he raised his voice at her. "Isa! You haven't taught your daughter anything?"

"I-I did..." the Duchess stuttered like a mouse.

"And this is the result! She talks back

to me!" the Duke increased his volume.

This time, Isleen spoke up; "Mother does not have any role to my refusal to get married to the Heathenne family. It is my own decision."

"And what is your 'so-called' decision?..." her father mocked her. "...to mar the Liberine family's reputation?"

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