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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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"I don't understand. He has a brother?" Nyxoria asked, confusion clear in her voice.

"Yes," Dika replied without hesitation. "Come on, let's go somewhere quiet to talk."

Without wasting any time, the two climbed onto Penelope, who took off at a steady pace.

They soon arrived at a riverbank, their secret spot, where they often came to escape the world. The girls dismounted, and Nyxoria led Penelope to graze nearby before they both sat down on the cool grass by the water's edge.

For a while, neither of them spoke, the sound of the river filling the silence, until Nyxoria finally broke it.

"So, how do you know all of this about Tharros's history?"

"My mother," Dika answered simply.

Nyxoria smiled faintly. "Sometimes I forget how old she is."

Dika smirked. "You're not the only one. According to her, the late Emperor brought Tharros to the castle when he was about three years old and announced to all the kingdoms that he was his son."

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