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Bride of the Dark Prince I. "Today is the last day of my life."
“Congratulations, you are getting married…” a young woman muttered in front of a magnificent antique mirror. Her expression was complicated. The look in her eyes only depicted emptiness when she dwelt about her fate. She faintly heard the sound of romantic music outside the room. But to her ears, the melodies seems more like a funeral hymn than a love song. It was terrible and suffocating at the same time. ‘How do I wake up from this nightmare,’ the girl thought with a sad expression mixed with fear. She gripped the snow-white dress that framed her petite body, feeling a number of gems pierce her palm. ‘It hurts… But this is the reality, Amanda.’ The girl's brows furrowed. ‘How did this happen?’ The girl was still unable to accept the reality before her now. She closed her eyes, trying to replay the events of this early morning when she stood stiffly in the midst of her 'foreign' family. The cold gazes of her father, mother, and stepsisters pierced her. "Amanda," called a man wi
Bride of the Dark Prince II. The Wedding.
Amanda's purple eyes widened while her hands shaking as she tightly gripped the bouquet of red roses. Fortunately, the bone-white veil covered half of her body so that it was able to block people's view of her. "D-daddy..." Amanda said frantically. "Don't embarrass me in front of hundreds of guests." Baron Broke snapped as he grabbed Amanda's hand and wrapped it around her arm. Seeing her hand slung over her father's arm, Amanda felt a sense of happiness in her chest. Even though she knew it was only the old man's pretend duty before sending her as the sacrifice of this marriage, but could she be a little happy, and make the last thing her father did according to her perception? "Ohh, poor her..." were the first words Amanda heard as her feet stepped towards the altar. The girl turned her head, but only cold stares from hundreds of pairs of eyes she found. Suddenly the attention of the guests turned to a large tall figure who was standing right beside the Religious Leader. “Ah s
Bride of the Dark Prince III. Cursed?
"Are you really cursed?" asked the Black Prince, voicing his thoughts. Amanda just opened and filled the air with her mouth without a single word coming out, while her nose seemed to stop breathing oxygen. "Are you sick?!" the man asked again, this time with a higher intonation. Just a sob in response. The impatient Black Prince pushed Amanda against the wall. BRAK! Now the Black Prince embraced the little girl while lifting his chin. "ANSWER ME!" He snapped, which made Amanda's tears even more uncontrollable. "Tsk! Are you mute? Or deaf?!” The Black Prince asked harshly again. "W-th-th..." Amanda couldn't finish her words, finally she just shook her head in response. The Black Prince tilted his head, noticing Amanda's red lips which were also trembling. The girl was already pale white which made her even whiter as cotton, if Amanda were a painting then the combination of amethyst purple eyes and cherry red lips on a white canvas of her skin would be a rare but very beautif
Bride of the Dark Prince IV. He's Gone.
Amanda screamed loudly when the clothes she was wearing were torn by the Prince's big hands. "Aaahhhh!" The girl immediately covered her upper body, while the handsome figure still dominated her. "Hey... don't shout like that. People can think I'm the bad guy," whispered the Black Prince with a meaningful smile. After saying that, the Black Prince swayingly lifted Amanda White in his arms. Throwing the girl on the bed, Amanda immediately made as much distance as possible from the big tall man, but the luxurious headboard stopped her. The Black Prince unbuttoned the shirt he was wearing impatiently, then dropped the black shirt on the side of the bed. There was a broad chest with scars here and there and his whole body seemed to have deep cuts from sharp objects. The man then climbed onto the bed while pulling Amanda's legs so that the girl was dragged and back into his arms. The prince breathed heavily, looking closely at Amanda's face and body. “How much did that old witch pay you
Bride of the Dark Prince V. Princess.
In the early morning, Baron Broke excitedly headed for the residence of Duke Alantoin, the Queen's older brother and the man behind the Black Prince and Amanda White's wedding. The old man planned to collect the remainder of the fee he would receive when his daughter was wedded to the Black Prince. Baron Broke started making small talk when the host was in the same room as him. Duke Alantoin sat with his head bowed and legs folded, ignoring whatever words came out of the man with the thick beard. Slightly irritated at being treated with disrespect, Baron Broke immediately stated his true purpose here, "Duke Alantoin, I will take the rest of my reward, my daughter's sacrifice will cost a lot." Duke Alantoin raised an eyebrow. “Your daughter's sacrifice? She’s died?" Baron Broke swallowed his saliva, “N-not yet….” "Not yet? Does that mean the Black Prince took her along?” asked Duke Alantoin again. Baron Broke shook his head then smiled stiffly behind his bushy beard. “As far as I
Bride of the Dark Prince VI. Someone who came back.
And time went on, but still, the torment from Amanda’s biological father never subsided, as did her stepmother and stepsister. For them, Amanda was always a big disgrace to the Broke family. Because, apart from being a different girl from most people, she was also abandoned after her wedding night with the Black Prince, as if adding to the long list of why Amanda White was so hated by the entire Broke family. “Looks like it's starting to fade,” Amanda muttered, referring not to the black stain that had been knocked out on the butt of the cauldron she used to look in the mirror but to the bruise above her cheekbone. "Dad was never like this. He never hit me, even though he didn't like me." Amanda realized that for a long time, Baron Broke seemed out of breath when he had to be in the same room with her. But only when they were together, as soon as Amanda's biological mother entered the same room, the atmosphere became so different, warm and full of love, like another families. “Love
Bride of the Dark Prince VII. Welcome
"Oh ..." Amanda answered shortly at the news, while the other three maids stared at her nervously. "She won't report our actions to her husband, will she?" whispered the maid who had been ordering Amanda to the other maid who had failed to eat the soup in front of her. "Don't worry. She's been forgotten. Even if she told her husband, I think His Lord was the first to die." Amanda glanced at them briefly, then resumed cutting the pile of pumpkins in front of her. "You don't know about it? Prince never gave you news? Your father also didn't tell you?" Nesa asked repeatedly. Amanda nodded slowly. "No," she answered quietly. The maid who was whispering earlier smiled as she raised her eyebrows. "See? I'm right. She has no charm! The prince was so disgusted with her that he didn't want to touch her, and now, he's forgotten about her!" he said loudly mocking Amanda. Hearing this, the silver haired girl got up from her place and left the kitchen without saying a word. "Hey! Where a
Bride of the Dark Prince VIII. Order of The King
A big event to welcome the host was held at the residence of the Black Prince. But before going to his residence, Illarion Black or better known as the Black Prince paid his respects to King Abraham in his private resting room. The old king was still lying weakly on the bed covered by a luxurious maroon mosquito net. The Black Prince knelt down to salute the King. "This time, it's Exilas?" asked the King a little hoarsely, but in no way reduced the charisma of the ruler of Anarka. "That’s right, Your Majesty," replied the Black Prince curtly. The old king chuckled. “You got a great victory, but why do you sound like you lost the war, Rion?” “Forgive me, Your Majesty,” replied the Black Prince briefly once again, not the least bit interested in answering at length the King's question. Slightly rising from the headboard of his bed, the King smiled sarcastically. "Ah, so you still hate me, Rion?" The Black Prince was still unmoved from his spot, just staring intently at the King wi
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