Kyrie_Sunbae

“No one should lay a hand on my wife. If anyone of you touches a single strand of her hair, I’ll be able to commit a massacre in no time.” – LL 

 When Zella Albert wakes up in the middle of a King’s bed with no memory of what her identity was, she tried to insist answers from one of the Cassano members with a knife, threatening to slit his throat if they don’t reveal who she was. Until Leo Luciano showed up in the middle of the ruckus and claimed her to be his wife. 

 But is Leo truly her husband or is just an impostor who tried to win his heart and kill her instead? 

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[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT ON THE LATER CHAPTERS] 

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“Kiss me if you need to prove our love. I can’t seem… to remember everything.” Leo’s lips turned pale. Zella was an observant. That slight change in his lips grew a suspicion in her. Why would he hesitate to kiss his wife? Is she really his wife? 

Leo didn’t even know what to have as an excuse. This time, he should be reckless. He approached her, closing the gap, placing his hands in his waist, pulling her closer to him. Zella got surprised, and looked up. His charm exuded through those smoldering eyes. Even though he’s not glaring, it looked at her with attention. Zella caught her breath. 

She tiptoed one of her foot. Leo brought his hand to her cheek, tucking her hair behind her ear. A feather light touch and it turned her on. Why do Zella feel he was skeptical with his every move? Like he doesn’t want to touch her? Leo didn’t desire to have a romantic relationship for now. But Zella came, and he had to act as a husband taking care of his wife. Besides, if he let Zella out of the mansion, they’re going to take the blame of hiding a death convict fugitive inside their house. 

The Cassanos will guarantee a guillotine death. This is all for their safety. 

“Like this…” Leo leaned in. 

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Hide Me, Mister Billionaire!

What Leo said couldn't leave her mind. Leo's dream is to be honest. Will it make any difference to defend his devilish acts by wishing to be real? Zella talked to him back then, how he was too unreal for her, and that all of his actions were for a play, for an act.

Somehow, she's right. From the very first time, Zella felt different. Around Leo, someone must be holding her neck with a crowbar, her feet hanging in the air. She couldn't move freely. Every glance of him rely an anger he's holding back from the surroundings, the environment, and the people.

Whenever she tried to search his eyes, he's lost. Zella wanted to convey an emotion, but nothing ever popped up. Leo was hidden, even now, covering his face with a mask of lies everyone would get suspicious about.

Forged To Act