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Synopsis:

Amara hid her beauty since she was young. Her mother told her that her beauty might become her ruin, therefore she wore a mask and hid the scar that her mother had given her. When she met Gerard who accepted her despite her ugliness, she believed he was the man destined for her. 

But her fantasy was mercilessly broken after her lover sold her to an old nobleman for a pouch of gold coins.

She then met Azer, a man working at a bakery. Azer, who strikes her as a mysterious guy who suddenly appeared and invaded her broken heart which she swore to never let be swayed by another again, kept pouring her attention and kindness.

Can Amara trust a man again? Or will she forever cage her heart on the walls she built herself?

But what happens if, along the way of treasuring her newfound love, she learns that the scar she bears isn't just a simple scar, but a mark of a curse? As she gathers and unfolds the hidden and lost memories of her childhood, slowly, her identity is revealed. And so does the mystery surrounding Azer.

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This novel is the next series after the story of Kyden and Mona [Summoned by a Pretend Villainess]. The novels aren't connected, but the world-building is the same. The characters were living in the same world. Check it out too^^

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The Alpha's Cursed Luna

After the purge, the imperial knights scoured the duke's office to claim all supporting evidence while all the servants and the duchess were captured for interrogation. The king had gone back to the palace already, but the second prince remained to supervise the clean-up which lasted until dawn.

The sun was already peeking its magnificent morning hues in the east when everything was finally settled. The visible darkness that covered the duchy was slowly hiding away from the breaking dawn, yet a gloomy atmosphere still loomed over the entire place.

Corpses were carried out, along with the knights pushing the captives to a wagon outside the gates. Onlookers gawked at the wagons carrying the dead and the traitors, while they shuddered at the figure mounted on a horse at the end of the line.

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