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Meera Rathore has spent her life fighting against the future others chose for her. Forced into an arranged marriage with the heir of a powerful dynasty, she finds herself trapped within the walls of the Singh Palace—a place of wealth, tradition, and unsettling silence. Beyond the palace lies a forbidden forest where, during a monsoon storm, Meera encounters Laila, a mysterious woman whose beauty is rivaled only by the sorrow she carries. Drawn together by an undeniable connection, Meera soon discovers that Laila is tied to the palace's darkest secret. As forgotten histories resurface and long-buried truths emerge, Meera uncovers the stories of women erased from memory and silenced by generations of power. But some names refuse to be forgotten, and some loves refuse to die. *The Palace of Buried Names* is a haunting gothic romance about forbidden love, forgotten women, and the secrets that survive long after death.

Some secrets are buried behind crowns. Others beat within the human heart. As King Alistair Evercrest succumbs to a mysterious illness, the weight of the crown falls upon his son, Prince Kelvin Aragon Evercrest. Pressured to marry his betrothed, Lady Elaine Rosamund Valcourt, Kelvin is expected to secure the future of the kingdom before time runs out. Then a young servant changes everything. Jeremy Rowan Mercer, the son of a man who gave his life serving the royal family, arrives at Evercrest Castle as an ordinary housekeeper. Hardworking, and quietly hopeful, Jeremy never thought that a single act of courage will pull him into the prince’s world or a dangerous web of secrets woven for decades. As friendship blossoms into a forbidden love, whispers spread through the royal court. But love is the least of Aragon’s troubles. Hidden behind smiles, Lord Cedric Ravaryn patiently executes a revenge decades in the making. Assassination attempts, falsified records, and carefully orchestrated scandals tears the kingdom apart from within. With the kingdom on the brink of civil war, buried secrets finally come to light. Betrayals are exposed, ancient wounds reopen, and the true architect of the kingdom’s suffering is forced into the light. As the old order begins to collapse, Prince Kelvin faces the same impossible choice that once destroyed his father’s generation: Surrender his heart for the sake of tradition, or defy history and build a different future. In a world where crowns demand sacrifice and a love is considered the greatest scandal of all, one servant and one prince must decide whether breaking the rules of the past is worth risking the future of an entire kingdom. Because kingdoms can survive war. Crowns can survive betrayal. But some secrets have the power to change the world forever.

He was magnificent in her eyes before. The way he strides down the stairs which such power and authority, the way he carried himself with such elegance and dignity, the way those eyes scanned the area while it shone vividly like the bright morning sun. He was her god, before. Now that she was given this chance to redeem herself, to save herself before disaster strikes once again in the Empire. She will waste no time freeing herself from the clutches of this man. The Crown Prince. She bowed her head as soon as he descended and everyone in the ballroom, including herself, greeted the prince. "Welcome back, Your Highness!" 'Yes, welcome back indeed.' - - Amerielise Lovette was nothing more than a social butterfly. She was well-known for her appearance that sends men into an abyss of admiration and longing for her. She was so beautiful that she was described as the flower in the cliff when the sun sets. However, no matter the effort many men put to make her notice them, she only has her eyes on one man. It is her childhood friend, the Crown Prince. She loved the crown prince and was loyal to the royal family. She was like a dog willing to abide every wish he whispers, kissing the ground he walked on, blindly following him. She was naive to the dark intentions that the prince has in stored for her. In his eyes, she was just another pawn. She died. She was given a second life, a life where she vowed to do the right thing and not be the dog that she once was. She stepped away from her fate. The moment that she did, things go south and that is how she ended up in the Crown Prince's clutches again.

In Reychelle City, a contest was held to crown the most beautiful woman. After my cousin scarred my face, she seized first place with ease. What she never expected was that this year's contest wasn't for fame; it was to select the future wife of the Third Prince, a ruthless, bloodthirsty eunuch. That very afternoon, gifts poured in by the cartload. My betrothed panicked. That night, he tore up our engagement contract and carried my cousin into the bridal chamber. The next day, she trailed her lacquered fingertips across my cheek and sneered, "Alicia, with your ruined face, who would ever want you? Perhaps the beggar at the street corner might take you in." I caught her wrist, let out a cold laugh, and said, "Who told you I would marry a beggar?" Before her stunned eyes, I pushed open my parents' chamber doors. "Mom, since Maggie doesn't wish to be the prince's consort… let me take her place." Three years later, before the eyes of a shocked court, the Third Prince entered the grand hall with me at his side, with two children in tow. No one had foreseen it. This body of mine, blessed with the rarest gift of fertility, was the perfect match for a man believed incapable of siring heirs.

“Oh God…” she moaned, arching into him as his lips branded a trail along her collarbone. She fumbled with his buttons, tearing open the last of them. Her hands caressed the expanse of his bare chest, every inch as firm and sculpted as she'd fantasized since that absurd, embarrassing moment he’d walked in on her naked on her very first day in Terra Lucida. His abs twitched beneath her fingers, taut and hot to the touch, like he was barely holding himself back. Elias let out a shuddering breath as his lips grazed her shoulder, trailing slowly down. He pulled the thin straps of her nightdress down, kissing each newly revealed inch of skin. Trapped in a strange world where people ride carriages instead of Ubers. Lyra Beckham is horrified to learn she is the spitting image of a missing (possibly dead) woman named Lirae - who also happens to be the secret lover of a dangerously brooding prince named Elias. But things get messier when Lyra discovers Elias was the main suspect in Lirae's mysterious disappearance. She desperately plans to find a way back to her own earth before she ends up 'missing' too. Elias proposes that Lira pretend to be Lirae long enough for him to uncover what really happened. In return, he will help her find her way back home. Sounds simple right? But then, they had to fake an engagement that was quickly starting to become real. But when they stumble upon the truth, they realise that the only way out... is together.

On the way to the Spring Garden Ball, I was seized by men with murder on their minds, and the undercover guard meant to protect me vanished without a trace. I clawed my way through three days that should have killed me and finally dragged myself back to the estate, only to find a whole line of men kneeling in front of my guard. "Your Highness, if you fancy Lady Melanie, you could simply ask for her hand. Why disguise yourself as a bodyguard and stay glued to her elder sister, Lady Elizabeth's side, going so far as to have men dump her out in the wilderness just so she wouldn't outshine your beloved?" Julius Fitzroy's expression didn't so much as flicker. He kept turning the sapphire ring on his finger. "Melanie is only a concubine's daughter. She's sensitive by nature, and I was afraid a hasty proposal would frighten her off. This was the only way." That was how I found out. The Prince Julius had been living at my side in disguise this whole time, and it had never been about me at all. It was always about getting close to my half-sister. My heart turned to ash. I shoved open my father's door. "I'll marry the Crown Prince, sickly or not."