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To save her family from dying unjustly like they did in her previous life she has to marry a Prince rumored to be a demon.

A marriage that was only a deal on paper turns to something they both can't resist.

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Two people who transverse through a lifetime of difficulty and hardship only to find each other again in another lifetime. Will their love transcend over the forces of time and the evil that lurks behind the power of a wish? Or will fate tear them apart to regain the world's stability.


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Excerpt


"How ridiculous, just because you saved my life, now I have to pay you back by marrying you?" Hamon looked strangely terrifying as he gave her a mocking laugh.

If he wasn't already wounded Ara might've beat that laugh off his face, for her own peace of mind.

 "Your Highness if you keep laughing like that, your wound will open."
Her voice sounded muffled behind the armor making it quite gruff.

 "Shut your disgusting mouth, even your voice is disgusting."

 "Your Highness, listen to what I ha-"

 "I'm going to say this one last time. I'm not going to marry you....so You can take your sorry self and leave this place right now while am being nice!"

Ara wanted to fume At him when he kept on interrupting her again and again.

 'He thinks I'm disgusting, after I risked my life to save him? What an arrogant pompous Prince!' Despite her anger boiling beneath the surface, she said in a calm voice.

 "Can you please just listen to me first?"


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'Without Arabella...Hamon is nothing.'

'Die? How will you die when I'll be here to bring you back? Not even death can take you away from me, wife.'

'If anything happens to you...I will ruin the entire world!' 

Memories of his words to his wife began to echo in his head, then images of her smiling face. And what she said earlier.

'If you tell me to split up with you again, I'll get very mad at you. And I won't allow you hold me to sleep tonight!'

'Hamon, I'll be dead before I leave your side, I am your wife and once your soldier, I am not a coward. I am staying by your side!'

Hamon sat frozen on the cold forest ground as he held Ara's dead body in his arms. There was no longer any signs of tears in his eyes, all that was left was a pair of soulless eyes. He slowly glanced down at her pale lifeless face, the reality began to sink to his mind. His wife was dead, Ara was dead... She died saving him, taking the arrows meant for him.

As those thoughts went through his mind, his face slowly began to darken, like cloudy storms of an incoming typhoon that could tear the skies and the earth apart, gradually his forearms veins started to turn purple and it spread to his neck veins and forehead. He pulled away from Ara's body and stood to his feet. Eyes as red as blood, claws long and sharp pierced through his fingers cutting his skin, but he didn't so much as flinch as the blood dripped from them. Purple dark veins appeared on his face as his sharp fangs peeked out of his clenched lips. 

There the Demon stood with flames blazing in his hands, it looked nothing like Hamon. Just his soulless eyes were enough to make one crawl away in fright. 

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Note: this book is a slow burn romance, and there's no major tragedy. 

You can also check out my other book. 

Title: Bound To The Ice Dragon King

Happy reading!

Wife of The Demon Prince

As Ara walked inside the hall with Hamon holding her hand, she'd almost missed her steps while climbing down the carriage, he then insisted on holding her so she wouldn't clumsily fall.

Ara felt someone's eyes boring a hole on her, she glanced up and spotted Claire amidst the crowd glaring at her, because she wore an eye catching black dress, her milky white skin stood out from all. She looked beautiful, not bad. Ara thought.

The letter Ara received said Claire would try to give Hamon an aphrodisiac at the banquet, but she didn't know how Claire would give him that amidst all the guests, it was most certain that she wouldn't do it before the eyes of all the guests. But somewhere else, so Ara had to be keenly alert of any cunning movement Claire would make.

Jealousy