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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

As the second day passed and his duties were solved smoothly as he planned, his talks to the woman lost more and more content as it had always been a hazard for himself to start conversations. Nonetheless, he stayed by her side the most he could, wondering how he was to bring up the imminent departure coming nearer for an uncertain war. 


His eyes would stare at her tranquil back for she would never face his way during his stays… and he would lose himself in the beauty denying his closeness… miserably in the silence she did not allow to break. 


‘I wonder if she knows I’m here…’ 


The one attempt he made to shorten the distance had proved harmful for the spirit he was recollecting, for the lost wife moved away as soon as the distance she could allow was overstepped, and so, now he only observed from afar… hoping that at least his dismissal would be told if wished. 


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