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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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Nyxoria dismounted her horse with practiced ease, her gaze sharp as she surveyed the entrance to the imposing castle. Spotting one of the guards a fairy, she approached him briskly.

"Call the Emperor for me," she demanded, her tone firm and unyielding.

The guard hesitated, his brows furrowing. "Who are you, and what business do you have with the Emperor?" he asked.

Nyxoria didn't reply. Instead, she crossed her arms and stared at him down, her silence as intimidating as any words she might have spoken. Eventually, one vampire approached and whispered something to the guard. With a reluctant nod, the guard motioned for her to follow him into the castle.

He led her to the great hall, where the towering ceilings and dark, elegant decor only added to the weight of the moment. The guard left, leaving Nyxoria alone in the large room as he went to summon the Emperor.

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