Ella_Dominic23

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"And the kiss last night?" he asked, stepping closer until she could feel the warmth of him so near.
Katrina clutched the roses, heart pounding, feeling the butterflies rising in her.
His eyes held her, intense and filled with an emotion she couldn't name.
"I don't regret it," he murmured. "I meant every bit of it, and I'd love to—"
Katrina didn't let him finish. She pulled him close and pressed her lips to his, unable to resist any longer. 
He responded immediately, his arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her close. 
His kiss was slow and deep, full of a passion that set her on fire.
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King Karl of Xylonia, known as the masked king, is feared by all. Cursed at birth to die at 25, he hides half his face behind a mask, leaving everyone wondering what lies beneath. 
Ruthless and cold-hearted, he never expected to fall in love—until Katrina enters his life.

Katrina, a slave-princess, is treated like a servant in her own home because she was born outside of marriage.

When her father can't repay his debt to King Karl, he offers his eldest daughter in placed of his youngest daughter, claiming she has a magical touch that heals with a simple massage. Intrigued, the king agrees.

But Katrina was never the chosen one, and the healing power is a lie.
 
As the king starts to fall for her, Katrina is trapped in a web of deceit. 

How long can she keep her secret before the vengeful king uncovers the truth?

 And when he does, will their love survive—or will the mask of the king hide a fury that could destroy them both?



Contain 18+ scenes detailed explicit content. Hot Romance, Dark secrets. 
#Not your regular Dark-Romance novel#

The Demon King's Substitute Bride c

The change in the air made my lips tremble. The wind hit our faces as we rode so fast it felt like something far more serious had happened than what Karl had told me.

He didn't answer my question about what happened to me earlier. He only said we needed to return to the palace quickly. A message had come—Rosalind had fallen seriously ill.

Even though I didn't want to leave—because our plan was to stay at the cottage for a few peaceful days, just the two of us, away from everyone—I knew the moment he mentioned his sister was sick that we had to go. Karl wouldn't be able to focus or rest until he saw her. He wouldn't be himself.

And deep down, I also wanted to see Rosalind. Part of me felt responsible for what happened. If I hadn't gotten involved, maybe she wouldn't have been locked away. Maybe she wouldn't have gotten sick.

Investigation/Interrogation.