Her glamorous fantasy evaporated immediately the handsome face came into view with its vicious aura. Her heart sank and her hands began to tremble. 

'Be calm, Leona, he's your husband, not a demon,'her heart faltered as she made an effort to calm herself with such false words. He was indeed a demon that she loathed but feared. He was more hazardous and brutal than a monster. 

He leaned closer and her breath hitched. "Why, dear wife, do you flinch? I don't bite, do I ?" his hot breath hit her neck as it enclosed her whole entity. She bit her lips as she wished to scream in his ears that he was nothing but a monster who held her captive. Ha... Such courage will come from her second life. 

"Nothing. Just weak," she responded certainly but nervously. His brows furrowed as his ocean gloomy eyes rested on her small lips. His finger trailed her lips with unmistakable desire in his eyes. She felt disgusted but was powerless. She turned away from him as a tear trailed down her white face. Her veins popped up and her chest felt like it was going to burst any time soon. 

She chocked a sob as his cozy pair of hands cupped her face. "Mine!these lips are meant to moan not cry". 






.... She was an innocent girl whose tremendous life was turned upside down when she mistakenly appeared on an uninvited wedding in a hotel.

She arrived with a purpose, however, she lost her way. Her charm made her an accidental surrogate but a weak one as she got to know that her unexpected husband was the ugly and brutal heir to the throne.

Though sad at her sudden predicament, enemies rose against her, as they tried to get rid of her. Time went by, Circumstances lead to circumstances, affection set in. When this Emperor and his Empress was willing to work out a relationship, something startling happened. 

What could it be? 

Reinforced by Love and fuelled by revenge, this weak Surrogate takes up the throne and brought affliction to those seeking her life and crown.

LADY MAJESTY: His Weak Surrogate

I felt my stomach knotting at the words of the servant. 


What does she mean by poison? I left him healthy. How was he poisoned when guards and maids surrounded him? 


She sprang up at once and ran as the servants trailed behind her in pursuit. 


I faced the servant who brought the news, staring at her closely. 


"Was he able to survive? ", I asked as my heart stopped. 


Why do I feel this way? Why does a part of me wish the bastard was alive? He was meant to be hated by me, not care about. 


The servant nodded negatively as my cells froze, my tongue rooted to my mouth with my legs glued to the floor. 


I feel cold at his response, yet paradoxically. Why do I feel this way for a bastard? 


At last, I took control of myself and dismissed the servant. 


"Look into the matter, and report back to me. I want the culprit caught", I breathed to my PA before heading for Leona's chambers where the child was left. 


My Own Part Of Hell