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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.

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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

Supporting his back on the stoned ice, his body stood up with some tired difficulty. Untying the rope with the hands that had been imprinted by their thickness to admire how well the fellow savages had figured the length it would need for him to survive this start of his lonely journey. 


The bag with the tools he had carried throughout these months was pat to reassure its presence, just as he did with the big axe on his back that stuck to its place without causing its owner trouble. The leather pouch that contained his water, one that those he departed above gathered from what they managed to melt from the boiled pieces of ice, was then opened for his throat to satiate the thirst his exhaustion had not allowed earlier, gasping as he forced himself to stop his craving, for nothing did he know about the place he was to crawl into and precaution he needed for the days to follow. 


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