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"I can hardly believe it, I was stood with Baron Oliver only a week ago and he seemed a gentleman like any other." "Oh, Miss you mistake me...I was referring to the elder brother, Baron Felix. You watch yourself around that cold-hearted deviant." "My goodness…" was all Athena could manage whilst Nancy took another large gulp of wine, her unravelling blonde curls getting messier with every dramatic gesture. "I'll tell you the worst tale I heard, a mistress of his in Paris dared to tell him she loved him. He threw her into the busy street completely naked and left the city the same afternoon!"

Prince Conrad introduced the man at his side. Napoleon was looking so serious while standing beside his prince. His gaze didn’t change and was only looking straight in front. I could say that he was about Prince Conrad’s age, about 22. He was stern and his built was a little bigger compared to Prince Conrad’s and Kuya Zouli’s. His hair was semi-shaved and had a chiseled jawline. His eyes were dark and deep and his tan skin was making him looked more masculine. I was then brought back to reality when Fafaniya flied closer to my ear and whispered her thoughts. It was slightly touching my ear and it tickled.

"Yes, my lord, I do. You did nothing wrong, my love." Nero let out a laugh, bitterness and regret still evident in his voice. "Letra's grandfather and her Aunt Seraphina, Daughter of Elysander, think otherwise. I gave them both a child that resembles her entirely! I loved her, and I couldn't have her, so I took her. I wanted a child with her... the child we were supposed to have because we were supposed to end up together! How was I supposed to know it would kill her?! I loved that woman! I love our child! Am I so wrong for wanting out of a loveless marriage that gave me a child I didn't want? I'm not a monster."

Many people who had passed by, looked at the two sitting by the lake in such a tranquil manner, and could not help but feel somewhat jealous of the two, it seems like they were a match made from heaven. The young woman sitting by the young man was so beautiful, her looks mesmerized all the males passing by, to the point where they were left in confusion, "how could someone be as beautiful as that?" that was the question that appeared in their mind, the young man also sitting by her side was so handsome that the girls passing by could not help but want to throw themselves at him, sadly it seems like it was taken away by someone who was even more beautiful than them. No matter how people tried

In perfection. And marrying Knile Monte Forteros was the final thread to her ideal tapestry. Their union wasn't just about love—though there was a tenderness in Knile she thought no one else could see. It was about legacy. About two powerful families weaving their fortunes and visions together, sealing their dominance over media and hospitality in a single, golden vow. But fate—cruel, poetic, ironic fate—had other plans.

Janelle walked over, took off the leaves from Joan’s shoulder, and looked at the worker who trimmed plants not far away. “Can’t you see that I’m the third person here, they are clearly in love.” The young master and the mistress were true love. Joan was a little disappointed at her. She said that her husband and another woman were in love. Was she crazy? "You are the wife that Madam appointed for him. Who is she?” Joan glared at Janelle with disappointment. “He wants to go, so you just let him go? Can you do something about it?" Janelle smiled bitterly in her heart and reached out to hold this lovely old woman.

"Many, many years ago, the Darklord was just like us, as human and as gentle as anyone else. But then, he fell in love with an outcast, a woman whose beauty was something otherworldly. Her jet-black hair flowed like a midnight river, her mysterious eyes held secrets untold, and her tiny waist was the symbol of her grace. Every aspect of her left him in awe. He was completely mesmerized by her, watching in secret as she bathed in the lake, climbed trees like a cat, and played joyfully with children in the rain. Madly in love with her, he dedicated himself to capturing her beauty. He painted her portraits with such detail that they could capture her life in them, and sketched countless moments

It was filled with things related to her aunt—a wall covered in photos, carefully preserved love letters, countless unsent gifts, and a thick ongoing love diary. Through this diary, Celine learned everything. He had only been in two relationships in his life. One was with her; the other was with her aunt, Juniper. They were college sweethearts, and his relationship with her lasted a decade—passionate and intense. At the peak of their love, he accompanied her across Atolia, took her through the Amazine rainforest, and shared a passionate kiss beneath the golden sunrise on the snow-capped mountains. At their lowest point, he smashed hundreds of millions of dollars worth of jewelry for her, aba

No one knew the Vampyres were struggling; they could not reproduce their own offspring, and their species was dying out. Catherine looked so beautiful, so innocent, as she glided down the aisle towards me on her father, King Leopold's arm, and when her eyes met mine, I saw they were shining brightly with her love for me. Our marriage may have been arranged for the greater good of our two nations, but we had grown up together and fallen in love as teenagers. So unlike many arranged royal marriages, ours was a true love match. Catherine was my first, my last, my everything. I wanted to spend the rest of our lives making her happy and letting her know how much I truly loved her. It was 1st Jan