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 watched blood continue streaming down his mouth and lips, with a smile plastered on my lips. 


How I have waited for this day when both father and the son of that wench die. 


"Honey! Help! Oh, my God!” I yelled running up to his almost paralyzed body. 


His eyes remained open without blinking. That's the effect of the poison. It first paralyzes you, then starts killing you slowly. Just the perfect way for this fool of a husband to die. 


"Help!” I screamed, fake tears trailing down my body. 


In no time dozens of guards and servants filled the room with my fake scream vibrating every corner and persons. 


I know my acting was perfect and nobody would ever suspect me, but I felt to spice up my performance so I got up and threw my body to the hard floor, yelling and pulling my hair, roughly. 


They kept exclaiming in shock, with some maids already weeping. 


Romeo’s Head