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“Aganju is not what she appears to be. She is sinister. And the Luna Trials are not some ceremonial display. They’re dangerous.” I swallowed. “You don’t get to decide that for me.” His gaze sharpened. “I do when it puts your life at risk.” Silence stretched between us, heavy and charged. Then the question that had been burning its way through me finally broke free. “Why do you need a fake bride? And why me?” His expression closed instantly. “You don’t need to concern yourself with that.” “I do. Because this is my life you’re playing with. Because you dragged me into this and told the whole court I’m your future Luna. I deserve to know.”

he says. “It doesn't matter. You would have come ten years later, and it would still be this way, Dante. My heart, it’s solely yours.” He smiles and leans in again, and our lips press together, moving as one. Once, I was the bride he bought , a woman trapped in a bargain made out of power and pride, just so we could save our parents. Now, I’m the woman he chose. And this time, it isn’t a transaction, neither is it because of anyone else.

He grunted as he took the document to which he signed without fault. “You’re right.” She muttered as he pushed it back over. She took a deep breath as she stared at the empty line clearly calling out to her.This was it. She was about to sell her soul, her body, her dignity, for a sum that could change her life forever. And so she did, signed the papers in the blink of an eye. “Perfect.” The lawyer clapped his hands, “Mr Ashford, Miss Heathrow. By the signage of this document, I can pronounce you a newly wedded couple. I would say kiss the bride if this was under much better—

They were clearly aware of the ridiculous farce Zoe had planned, but had decided to hide the truth and let her have her way. Dad furrowed his brow as he cast a worried look in my direction. I gave Mom and Dad a reassuring look to soothe their nerves, then, while the entire room watched in confusion and doubt, I reached out and tore the mask from Maisie's face. "Holy shit! That bride isn't Zoe!" "What happened to the real bride, then?" Jeremy was the first to react. "W-What is the meaning of this? Who the hell are you?" Cassie's face turned livid as she barked at the chaotic crowd of guests and reporters, "Shut up! Get the security in here! There's a small mishap at the wedding, and it will b

she pressed it tightly against my skin I screamed pulling at the grip of the maids but it was useless “oh you poor dear, she crouched down her grip tightened around my jaw “you such an unlucky little thing, your husband is inlove with your big sis and rather than hickeys you have….. “her eyes stopped at the spot she just burnt. she stared at the spot her gaze filled with sympathy. Fake sympathy, one that mocked me. I stared at nora the one i once looked upto my big sister, she was always there for me. But now ahe was causing me the deepest of pain “I've always wondered” she stood up tapping her jaw “what it would be like if someone added salt to your wounds My eyes widened at her words, i sh

Her skin was clear except for a few freckles across her nose. Not bad at all. But that strange tight feeling in my stomach didn’t go away. People didn’t make me nervous. The doctor excused himself and slipped out of the room, leaving us alone. For a moment we just looked at each other. “So,” she said with a small smile, “I’m Paris. The surrogate.” I nodded. “I’m Revan Blank.” For some reason I even gave a small wave. I had never waved at anyone outside my family in my entire life.

"Together, maybe we make one whole warrior." ‎ ‎Vexa stared at me. The hate in her eyes had cooled to a simmering annoyance. ‎ ‎"Fine," she grunted. "But if we survive this... I'm still not braiding your hair." ‎Above us, the heavy wooden door creaked. ‎ ‎Heavy footsteps echoed on the stone stairs. ‎ ‎"The bride!" Magnus’s voice roared down the shaft, distorted by the acoustics. "Bring her up! It's time!"

My young mistress's betrothed was dying, and she ordered me to marry him in her place to turn his luck. People believed the joy of a wedding could drive out sickness and misfortune, and that a dying man might be pulled back from the grave by it. "The royal physicians all say Lord Blackwell won't live past seven days! Why should I marry him only to be buried at his side? "He's never even seen me. You can marry him instead. "You're nothing but a lowborn maid. Being allowed to marry the regent is the luck of a lifetime." Before I could react, the glowing words appeared before my eyes again. [Celeste is such an idiot. What does she mean, he won't live past seven days? Lord Blackwell has the

Lucian himself had gone paler than paper. He stared at his own hands in disbelief, feeling the muddy, churning power inside him. The disguise around him—the shell of a supreme Tidewater Gift, piled together from some secret art and a fortune in rare reagents and relics—had been shattered to nothing by my palm. "No... impossible... this is impossible!" He screamed, half out of his mind. He turned, pleading, to the senior women who had once doted on and shielded him in every way they could.

The wage freeze was legal on paper, which made it harder to stop than the forged marriage. At the mine gates, men and women gathered around a board showing which shifts would be paid. Someone had written ASK THE FALSE BRIDE FOR OUR MONEY across its lower half. Selene saw it before Bram could scrape it away. She stared at the words, then walked straight into the crowd. "I didn't take your wages," she said. "But I won't pretend you can feed your children with my innocence. Come to the magistrate with us. Ask for the money the company has already earned."