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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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Her words struck a nerve, but before Vyr could reply, she turned and headed for the door. Pausing briefly, she glanced back over her shoulder. "Think about what I said, Vyr. Time is running out, my King." With that, she swept out of the room.

Queen Ashani stood next, her gaze steady as she looked at Vyr. "Let me also add to that," she said, her tone pointed but respectful, "the age to hand over the crown is approaching. I hope that won't become another problem for you when that day comes." She didn't wait for a response and left the room.

Once the other rulers had gone, King Vyr, consumed by his frustration, grabbed the edge of the table and hurled it against the wall. The loud crash was heard through the empty throne room, but to his dismay, the table didn't break. Its intact state only added fuel to his anger.

How dare Aurora speak to me like that? he seethed. I'm not just some warrior—I'm Laka's twin brother!

A Web Of Deceit