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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

Something has changed. A shift in the air can be felt by all the breathing creatures of the Heathenne mansion. Something is being brewed that might threaten to destroy everything at present, something that might bring about a massive change which would sweep people off their feet.

A sensitive woman like Countess Heathenne has sensed this too. Ever after the incident of massive argument that the countess had with her son's fiancé, the former didn't quite like the glances that the servants kept giving her. When she conferred about it to her husband, he had dismissed it as her paranoia. Yet the Countess still couldn't shake off the feeling that anchored in her heart. She felt as if everything that she had gained after bearing Count Heathenne's child in her womb is going to get taken away from her very soon. She'd have to return to that hellhole again.

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