LOGINSold like a cursed pawn to save her dying kingdom, sheltered princess Elara Voss is forced into marriage with the most feared man in the realm — Prince Darius Blackthorn, the Devil’s Heir. Whispers say he carries demonic blood. That misfortune and death follow wherever he walks. That any woman who shares his bed never survives the night. On their wedding night, Elara expects a monster. Instead she finds a cold, scarred man who refuses to force her… even as his own ruthless family demands proof of consummation. But when a dying messenger brings news that Elara’s mother is in mortal danger because of this alliance, and deadly intruders shatter their chamber door, Elara realizes the real devils wear crowns and smile with perfect teeth. Trapped in a palace of poison, betrayal, and sibling wars, Elara must survive the cutthroat Blackthorn family while slowly uncovering the truth behind Darius’s dark reputation. As threats close in from every side — his scheming half-siblings, his tyrannical father, and her own father’s secret betrayal — an unexpected bond begins to form between the cursed princess and the devil she was warned never to trust. In a world where love is the most dangerous weapon of all, how far will Elara go to protect her mother… and how much of her heart will she surrender to the man everyone calls the Devil’s son? One marriage. One deadly secret. And a palace filled with monsters wearing human faces. Will their fragile alliance become their salvation… or their final ruin?
View MoreRonan’s fingers tightened around my throat, just enough to make breathing difficult but not enough to silence me completely. His body pressed me deeper into the silk sheets, heavy and suffocating. The crimson wedding gown was already half-unlaced, the fabric slipping off one shoulder. Candlelight danced across the walls, turning the luxurious chamber into something nightmarish. I kept my eyes on Darius. He was destroying himself against the chains, wrists bleeding freely now, shoulders straining so hard the fresh lashes on his back had reopened. Blood ran down his skin in thin rivulets, but his gaze never left mine. The love and agony in those dark eyes anchored me. “Survive,” he rasped again, voice breaking. “Elara… please.” Ronan laughed softly against my ear. “How noble. Begging for her life while chained like a dog.” He released my throat and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. “But you’re my wife now. Time to act like it.” His mouth crashed down on mine in a bruising
The heavy oak door of the wedding chamber slammed shut with a finality that echoed through my bones. The key turned in the lock. Ronan slipped it into his pocket with deliberate slowness, his charming smile never wavering as he turned to face me. The room was oppressively familiar, the same massive bed with its silk sheets, the heavy velvet curtains, the dozens of candles casting flickering golden light across the walls. It was the very chamber where Darius and I had spent our first night together, where he had refused to force me and chosen kindness instead. Tonight, everything felt poisoned. Ronan’s gaze slid from me to the far corner where Darius had been chained. Heavy iron manacles bound his wrists and ankles to rings bolted into the floor and wall, forcing him to kneel in full view of the bed. His back was still a horrific mess of swollen, oozing lashes from the flogging. Fresh blood trickled from his wrists where the metal had bitten deep during his struggles. Fever had hollow
Ronan’s voice slithered down the corridor like smoke, cheerful and poisonous. “Come out, come out, little bride. I know you’re down here.” My blood turned to ice. I pressed myself flat against the wall beside Darius’s cell, heart hammering so hard I could barely breathe. Darius’s eyes widened in silent alarm. He jerked against his chains, trying to draw attention away from my hiding spot. “Looking for someone, Ronan?” Darius rasped, his voice weak but defiant. “Or just enjoying the sound of your own voice?” Ronan’s footsteps slowed, then stopped just outside the cell. I could see the edge of his boots from my narrow vantage point. He laughed softly. “Always the fighter, even when you’re rotting. How admirable.” There was a pause, then the clink of metal against the bars. “I brought you a gift, brother. A preview of tomorrow’s festivities.” I risked a tiny glance. Ronan held up a small, ornate box. He opened it slowly, revealing a delicate silver bracelet, the same one I had been
Ronan’s footsteps faded, but the echo of his laughter lingered in the damp dungeon air like poison. I stood frozen outside Darius’s cell, my heart slamming against my ribs. The small bundle of food and medicine felt heavy in my hands. Darius strained against his chains, his fever-flushed face twisted with fury and fear. “Elara,” he rasped urgently. “You have to go. Now. Don’t come back tomorrow. It’s too dangerous.” I shook my head, stepping closer to the bars. “I’m not abandoning you. He knows, but he didn’t call the guards. That means he wants something.” Darius’s breathing was labored. “Exactly. And whatever it is, it will cost you. Go. Please.” I pressed one last quick kiss to his knuckles through the bars, then slipped away into the shadows, my mind racing. Ronan had seen too much. If he told the Emperor or my father, everything would collapse. The next morning, the trap sprang. A servant delivered a simple note to my chamber: Meet me in the eastern rose garden at dusk. Co






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