JuliaFord

[ R18+ ]
"TAKE YOUR SHIRT OFF…NOW!!" Zara commanded the king Erythian in anger as her eyes turn blood red.
he didn't see it coming and his face is flushed with shock..

"WHAT? LYS—" he asked before she interrupts.
"if I have to ask again...I WILL DO IT MYSELF" she is unrelenting.

Does Eythian comply?

Zara, a modern girl from Colombia law school is transmigrated into the body of an ancient queen.
She wakes up as Queen Lysandra.  

With a turn of events, she is Obsessed over by the ruthless, Warlord Alaric and finds herself Falling so dearly for him even if she is aware that it’s forbidden.

Simultaneously, she is also betrothed to and in love with his enigmatic half brother King Erythian.

let it be known that both brothers detest each other.

she fights to hold on to her heart, but fate is cruel.

Everything shatters and the man who destroyed her…now owns her.

The lines between love and duty are blurred as Zara must navigate threats against the kingdom, alongside the love triangle with her between two brothers who despise each other.

As she is taken further into a world of secrets.


Will Zara honor Queen Lysandra`s duty to the crown and her people, or will she risk it all to follow the desires of her heart?

CROWN OF FORBIDDEN HEARTS

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2 CHAPTERS DAILY

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The moment Alaric shut the doors of their chambers after the council meeting, Zara exploded.

"You humiliated me in front of them!" she seethed, her hands trembling as she ripped off the heavy crown from her head. "You made me—"

"I made you what?" Alaric interrupted smoothly, stepping toward her with that same maddening smirk he wore all day. "Sit on my lap? Be mine in front of the men who once called you their queen?" He laughed hysterically "You should get used to it." He said as he smiled even more.

Zara's fury burned through her veins. She launched the crown at him, but he caught it effortlessly. "I will never get used to being your puppet!"

Alaric sighed, shaking his head as if her resistance was nothing but a minor inconvenience. "And yet, here you are. Fighting me, but unable to pull away."

35: LADY OF VAELOR