Vile Evil Hides Under The Veil

ข้ามีอายุหลายร้อยปีเป็นราชินีในหมู่ปีศาจ มีพลังอำนาจมหาศาล แต่สิ่งเดียวที่ไม่มีวันลืม คือภาพชายคนรักสิ้นใจในอ้อมอก ข้าต้องอยู่อย่างโดดเดี่ยวมานานแสนนานเพื่อรอคอยชายอันเป็นดั่งดวงใจ และตอนนี้ข้าทนไม่ไหวอีกต่อไปแล้ว เมื่อชายคนรักได้ไปเกิดในภพชาติใหม่ ภพที่มีแต่ความโลภ โกรธ หลง เข่นฆ่ากันไม่เว้นแต่ละวัน  และใจข้ายิ่งร้อนดั่งไฟเมื่อชายคนรักที่เฝ้าคะนึงหากำลังหมั้นหมายกับหญิงอื่น  พวกเขาทั้งคู่ดูเหมาะสมกันราวกับสวรรค์จงใจสร้าง แต่สวรรค์แล้วไงในเมื่อเขาคือคนรักของข้า!! ต่อให้เย้ยฟ้าท้าสวรรค์ข้าก็จะทวงทุกอย่างกลับคืนมา

Perfection was the curse. I was born into wealth, beauty, influence, and a family empire that stretched across continents. People envied my life, not knowing it was nothing more than a gilded prison. The only thing that ever felt real was ballet, the passion my parents forbade because it brought them no power, no profit, no leverage. My parents; greedy, ambitious, unfillable, hid their cruelty beneath luxury. And on my eighteenth birthday, they revealed the ultimate betrayal. I was engaged to a powerful man twice. . . no, three times my age. A man feared across Europe. A man whose hands were stained with secrets the world pretended not to see. They sold me to strengthen an alliance. So I ran. Barefoot, shaking, heartbroken. I stole one of our visitor's chopper and fled to Sicily, thinking distance could save me. I thought I escaped the monsters who owned my life. But I only ran into a darker one. Because Sicily is his territory; Aldrick Moretti, the shadow king of the Italian underworld. Cold. Untouchable. Beautiful in the most devastating way. The man people whisper about as if speaking his name is a sin. A man with eyes that see through lies. . . including mine. And the moment he found me trespassing on his land, bleeding, terrified, and wearing the remnants of a runaway bride. . . He didn’t return me. He didn’t free me. He claimed me. Not as a business deal. Not as an alliance. But as something far more dangerous. He became my captor, my protector, my obsession, and the forbidden flame I should never have touched. Because in his world, love is not tender. It’s a weapon. And I am the sacrifice wrapped in a veil he refuses to let go.

คนอย่างฉันถ้าได้ชอบก็คือรุกใส่ไม่มีถอย บางทีเขาก็ดูมีใจแต่ทำไมถึงปฏิเสธความรักของฉันตั้งสองครั้งกันล่ะแล้วถ้ามีครั้งที่สามฉันควรพอหรือยัง #หลงใหลไซซี (ไม่มีนอกกายนอกใจ)

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