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

"Pervert!” I cursed out as his lips curved into a smirk. That naughty smirk. "Don't get flirty with me, I'm against..." 


I was cut short seeing him closer. He raised his arm above my head, and leaned it against the wall, enclosing me. 


"What do you say, madame?” his ultramarine eyes traveled all over my body, that I felt naked and hot. 


"I was about saying you were going to...” I gasped, as his warm, wet tongue lapped into my ear. 


Sending chills to my spiral was his hand coursing along my thing. 


"I mean What would you say if I told you I want to take you right now?” His warm breath was against my ear, heating up my blood. 


His manly musk filled my nostrils as his warm tongue trailed to my cheeks. 


"I did say you're a flirt, Romeo, and should...” 


I never finished my sentence as I watched my clothes strewn by invisible hands all over the floor. I was now down to my matching black bra and pant. 


Owning The Stage