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"Just call my name, and I will stop, Lia," he whispered seductively, his lips pressed against my calf. 

I felt a shiver run down my spine at his words. He was giving me a way out, a chance to escape this dangerous game we were playing. But I didn't want him to stop. I wanted to feel his touch and lose myself in the passion building between us. 

"Call my name, Lia," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin, his passionate eyes gazing back at mine. 

At that moment, I knew I lost.

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Life was mediocre for Amara until her Master brought a proposal for her or more like, it was an order: she was to marry the wicked Lord Damien. Refusal was out of the question for her, as she was merely a slave —a servant burdened by her parents' debts.

Just when all hope seemed lost, and she resigned herself to her fate,  a mysterious man shows up in front of her, kills the evil old lord, kidnaps her brother, and gives her certain tasks to complete. If she doesn't, then he will kill her brother. 

As Amara embarks on her journey to save her brother, she finds herself in the clutches of a handsome prince - a devil prince. Despite the danger that surrounds him, she is instantly drawn to his captivating charms. 

As she struggles to fulfill the tasks set by the mysterious man, her heart is pulled in two directions. On one hand, she feels an undeniable attraction to the devil prince; on the other, she is determined to do whatever it takes to save her brother's life. 

Will Amara be able to complete the tasks given to her by the mysterious man? Will she be able to save her brother's life? And what will happen when her assigned tasks clash with her feelings for the devil prince, forcing her to choose between her love for him and her family?

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Devil's Imposter Bride

<p>I was standing in the middle of a grand hall, surrounded by a sea of people who had gathered to hear the King's announcement. My heart was pounding like a drum in my chest, as the anticipation in the air was palpable. The King was standing on a raised platform at the front of the hall, flanked by his advisors, and he looked every bit the regal figure he was. </p>

<p>I could feel the weight of the crowd's collective gaze on me, making me feel uneasy and exposed. As I looked around the room, looking for a familiar pair of eyes that could calm my nerves, my eyes met with Prince Killian's. He was standing near the back of the room, his gaze fixed on me. I couldn't read his expression, and it only added to my growing anxiety. </p>

Shocking Announcement