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

My guards prevented the news-thirsty reporters to get near me as I walked out of the hall. 


My heart kept beating violently like it wanted to escape. My sweat glands let out big droplets of sweat trailing down my armpit. 


"Here comes Prince Rowland!" A reporter announced as Rowland walked towards me from the rear. 


In a moment, the once news-thirsty reporters swarm over to Rowland like children after a chocolate bar. 


My eyes quickly scanned him handsomely wrapped in his majestic plaid wool coat of navy, green, and gold, with a smart pair of oxblood gloves and a peat-bog that finished off the outfit. 


Heroic height. The shoulders of a god. A noble head of blue-black hair, trained, no doubt, to tumble over his marble brow in just the right, romantic spot. His conceit was stifling. 


Nonetheless, I was secretly taken with his very breadth and substance the day I first met him. 


Strong-Arming The Demon