Milan Sheppard came to fetch his sister from a remote island village where he was born. However, when the designated bride of the deity refused to marry him, Milan was pushed to catch the title. Being the Divine Bride of the doll-faced demon Lasair was supposed to be a curse, but why did it look like Milan found happiness instead?

This is a work of fiction. All similarities to real life are coincidental.
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The Bride of the Doll-Faced Demon

Milan couldn’t shoot a gun, so he just waited for the people to reach them. The stationed guards around the chopper focused their fire on the wolves attacking their Dolcezza, who was running with the board members and a few more people. 


The heavy fire caught Bainadum’s attention, and he saw the people being escorted to the huge plane on the plaza. He glared at the face of the Divine Bride he could see from the distance. A scent came to his nose, and his eyes moved toward the beautiful woman in tactical gear. “They’re not family, but why is her scent heavily similar to Milan Sheppard? 


“No matter, everyone in this village is enough to crush his heart.” The molten wolf stopped moving up the bending tower and hung outward, only to dash to the ground. 


I am Not Lasair