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[Completed]

In a household where the only holding genuine bloodline is her, Ewelina Orteu is betrayed and sold to the sole Archduke of the Zaarmideos Kingdom, whose nature is of treacherous essence such as the domain he rules over. 

Wedded to an unknown groom, she is now sent to his residency where sights she never fathomed to witness await her. As well as the fated encounter with him who is Ewelina's spouse and owner. 

Foreordained, the couple's first meeting threatens their present... Concealing a truth she is yet to unveil... Along with the beginning of the souls Luring Nights.

|| Extract || 

Gasping sounds along with a woman's soft melted voice could be heard in the dark chamber. 

Solely illuminated by the clear moon that slid rudely into the wedded's privacy, two silhouettes emerged from the sheets as the light fall of raindrops gifted nature's melody to their night... As well as the freshness their heated figures continued to need, even in the midst of such weather. 

"a..ahn...!... huff... Husb– ha...!" — The woman continued to puff in a weak voice. 


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This is my second book. As it is, this novel differs from my first one of course. You will notice on its tone. Yet, I hope you will like it as much. 

The first eleven chapters are so you get how Ewelina ended up in her situation ^^. This story fully starts after said chapter. Be expectant for the following chapters. 

Happy reading. 
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Tags: #R18 #Reincarnation #Historical #Fantasy #Drama #Romance #Smut

Read my first book!:

   • You Think I Won't Talk?


This is an original Story ^^

Author: XimenoideX

Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure

The essence of the woman had changed to one he disapproved of. And hearing her mumblings with clear distaste in her tone, Aslak tilted his head to get a better view of her visage and addressed the avoiding woman. 


Coming to lift her head and catch sight of the serious man looking into her eyes, Ewelina's hardened visage managed to loosen up as realisation that no fault lays on the man beside her. 


"As you are from the North, will you fall ill if you soak your feet here?" 


Devoid of teasing, his question was sincere. Wondering if being raised as a weak one from the outside would make her cross of the stream a reckless action. 


Ewelina, fortunately, could see through the man's toughness, that even when rudimentary, it conveyed his sincerity with the ignorance the lands he was rooted to consented. 


Scene LVII