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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 may be blind but I am not blind," Nasa shot back. "So, tell me. What is it?"

Vyr was quiet for a long moment, his jaw tightening as he debated whether or not to tell her. Finally, he spoke. "Tharros wants to marry her."

"Our Emperor wants to marry who?" She asked in confusion.

"Nyxoria," Vyr replied, his tone heavy.

Nasa froze, her expression a mix of shock and disbelief. "What?" Her voice rose a bit, still very shocked by the news. "Why? He hates her—anyone could see that after what happened at the Arcane!"

"Has he said when he is coming to marry her?" She wasn't happy and one could notice it in her change of tone.

"No, I didn't ask his messenger, damn it!"

"So you really don't know when he's coming?" Nasa asked, her tone tinged with disbelief.

Vyr shook his head, his frustration evident. "No, I don't."