Whisperre

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Liora’s life takes an unexpected and cruel turn when she’s sent to the royal court as a concubine for the disgraced Prince Lucien, a man whose past is shadowed by betrayal and loss. Stripped of his royal title, Lucien has long distanced himself from love and loyalty, existing in a cold, indifferent world.

Thrown into this world of palace internal battles, power struggles, and betrayal, Liora must face not only Lucien’s frosty demeanor but also the dangerous secrets that lurk within the court. Every move she makes is watched, every word is questioned. Yet, despite his distant nature, she can’t shake the feeling that beneath the hardened prince lies a man struggling with the ghosts of his past.

As Liora tries to find her place in this hostile environment, she faces a constant dilemma: Can she warm the prince’s cold heart and heal his wounds, or will she fall victim to the very same forces that tore him apart? 

'Can she thaw lucien’s frozen heart, or will his haunted past consume them both?'


Arranged marriage,Disgraced prince,Court intrigue,Royal concubine,Forbidden love, Political drama, Palace secrets, Unwanted bride, Betrayal. Haunted memories, redemption,Royal court drama, second chances

Sold to My Killer Husband: His Concubine's Dilemma

The Queen Dowager's chambers were draped in stillness. The scent of sandalwood hung faint in the air, and the light from the tall windows touched the gold embroidery on her gown like sun on snow. Seated with the poise of a ruler who had never truly stepped down, Lilian read the letter in her hand for the third time.

It bore Liora Miral's name. The once-discarded girl who now lived under Lucien's roof.

"She dares write to me?" Lilian said softly, her voice devoid of surprise but filled with calculation.

Beatrice stood to her right. Her hands were folded neatly in front of her, though her eyes betrayed the curiosity stirring beneath the surface.

"She was supposed to be a meek creature," Beatrice murmured. "I thought she would simply rot at that estate, ignored by the fallen prince."

"She writes like a courtier," Lilian noted, folding the letter. "Humble. Careful. Suggestive."

She placed it on the table and stood.

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