Nooriva

She was never meant to be his—let alone his tenth wife.

Evelyn was nothing more than a servant, a ghost in the grand halls of the Demon Lord’s palace. She scrubbed floors, carried trays, and kept her head down—until the night a cruel twist of fate bound her to Damon Valtier.

The Demon Lord. The monster feared across realms. The man with nine wives before her—each powerful, each chosen.
She was neither. She was a mistake. A pawn in a ritual gone wrong.

To the demon court, she is worthless.

To his wives, she is a threat.

And to Damon—the ruthless warlord who doesn’t believe in love—she is nothing.

Yet, he does not cast her aside. He watches her. Tests her. Keeps her too close, as if waiting for something.

But the Demon Lord does not take wives for love.

And in a court where betrayal is currency, Evelyn must learn one truth quickly:
Survival isn’t about being strong—it’s about being untouchable.

And if she isn’t careful, she won’t just be Damon Valtier’s mistake.
She’ll be his next dead wife.

THE DEMON LORD'S ACCIDENTAL TENTH WIFE

Lord Azeral stepped into his chamber, pausing at the unexpected sight before him. Marianne knelt in the center of the dimly lit room, her hands folded neatly in her lap. The soft glow of the lanterns cast shadows over her lowered gaze, her posture demure—too carefully composed.

His voice was edged with suspicion. "What are you doing here?"

Marianne lifted her head just enough to meet his gaze. "Good morning, my lord." Her voice was light, almost timid. "I wanted to greet you before the day began. It must have been a long night for you."

Azeral's eyes narrowed. "How did you get in here? A maid should know her place."

Do you want him?