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Become The Duke's Wife Or Die

Waking up to find a naked man sleeping beside her is a common thing. Life is an adventure, as well as an area for fun, so she will make the most effort in it. But what would happen if a morning she found Duke Kleochard, the most ruthless duke who liked to execute people, sleeping beside her? “Holy crab, did I just spend the first night with Duke Kleo?” she, Lyra, said nervous and scared. “Didn't he just execute a maid of his palace for accidentally touching his body in a fall? Then what will he do to me if he wakes up and finds me sleeping beside him? No! I have to run!” But before her feet could reach on the floor, a hand grabbed her slender arm, followed by a heavy, pagan alto. "Where are you going, Miss?" It's Duke Kleo. “You have to take responsibility after taking my first night.” "Don't kill me! Don't kill me, My Lord!" she pleaded. "I still want to live." "I will not kill you as long as you want to be my wife. But if you refuse it then you must die." "No!" Shook her head quickly. “I cannot be your wife, My Lord. I don't want to get married. I beg for your forgiveness.” "Then do you want to die?" he asked, giving her a cold, hideous look. This is a story about a girl who loves having one night with many men, with a man who doesn't even have a single woman in his life. How will their story end? ***

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Warning and Punishment

Gerald and Weggie were nervous about having to leave Lyra.  They still desperately wanted to free her from Wereal as well as from Duke Kleo's grip.  Soon their mission will be successful.  They only needed to run for about a hundred meters, and… a champion!  They nail it.  But unfortunately, those plans don't always work out easily.

  "Foxie," Gerald whispered, tearing up at the sight of Lyra crying.

  Weggie's heart seemed to be torn apart, even worse than when she had been tortured in the past.  Seeing the man she loves suffer is another level of misery.

  "Go!"  Lyra legged with a shaky voice and resembled a shriek, just as one of the soldiers had shot a few arrows between them, giving warning and threats.  "Go!  I will be fine!" she continued.

  Her wet face was in Gerald's grasp, which forced her to look up but failed.