[ WARNING: Mature Content ]

[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.

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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

Her fingertips burned from the strength applied to scratch her limbs and pull her curls, now trying to grab with its nails the rough floor that escaped her easily. 


"Hng… everything… breathing harms me even…" — Letting her head fall from depression, Ewelina's shaking resonated with the drops she now did not restrict from forming. Feeling as if dirt itself... Worthless from sad emptiness... 


And as her heart syncopated to the shivering cries her soul needed to pour out… 


The careful sound of the door was heard so clearly in the stillness of the shattered adornments scattered around the room, opening her eyes, pausing any chaotic thought conquering her mind... Until it was at the sound of its closure that her lowered head decided to lift, even if with hazardous trembles… to look at the man who would find such a different scene to the one he had imagined. 


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