Bound by Vows and Vendetta
Love the Alchemistthe villainess refuses to court the male leadseducing the villains fatherthe villainess shall be minethe villainess is shy in receiving love spoilers
This place was a mirror — broken, sacred, bloodstained.
Like her.
She walked the aisle slow, letting her heels echo like war drums on the marble. She wore no crown. No lace. No makeup save for the blood-red slash across her lips. Her suit was matte black, double-breasted, the jacket tailored to the lines of command.
At her side was a dagger. Not concealed. Not subtle.
A Benedetti blade, etched with her grandfather’s initials, kissed once by her mother’s blood.