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The villain wasn’t meant to be an emperor—nor was he supposed to be handsome. Yet he hates me, and I don’t know why.

Attending the Academy of the Arcane—a school for the supernatural elite to hone their power—I became a rebel, untouchable and unstoppable. My beauty became both a weapon and a curse, a mocking reminder of the life I’d lost.

Among the whispers and wary stares, one figure cut through the chaos: Tharros, the Emperor of Shadows. The supreme ruler of witches, vampires, werewolves, and fae alike. His cold, burning gaze seared through me, heavy with a hatred that felt almost intimate.

"You made me this way," he snarled, his face a living testament to fury and torment. His presence was a storm I couldn’t escape, and his accusations pierced my soul. Yet I had no memory of him—or the crime he swore I committed.

When I denied his claims, his laughter followed me like a curse.

"You don’t remember? Then I’ll make sure you never forget."

Days later, I awoke as his bride—bound to him by a marriage I never agreed to, shackled to his vengeance. Tharros’ darkness envelops me, threatening to consume everything I am.

Now, I must unravel the secrets of his hatred, the truth about my parents’ murder, and the twisted memories he swears I’ve buried.

Because in this deadly game of vengeance and power, the line between hate and something far more dangerous grows thinner with every heartbeat

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"What are you doing here? Are you here to cause some nuisance?" Nasa flared up, her voice sharp with irritation. Even the arrival of the new person—possibly the emperor—wasn't enough to distract her from confronting Nyxoria.

Nyxoria's smirk widened, curling into something both mocking and dangerous. Her voice dripped with venom as she replied, "You know exactly why I'm here. If I don't succeed in making your face as twisted and ugly as your anger, then I'm not doing my job, am I?" She stepped closer, her tone as taunting as her glare. "Go ahead, start the fight. But let me remind you—last time you challenged me, it ended in disgrace for you. Surely, you don't want history repeating itself, do you?"

Her words were like a blade, cutting deep, and the venomous glare she shot her cousin made it clear she was ready for a fight.

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