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#DARK
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#BETRAYAL
#REVENGE

Bewitched: Married To The Wizard King

Imagine being married to someone who claims to love you, and lie to you about his true identity. How does it feel to find out that someone who you think was human isn't? Well, Sania was caught up in similar situations and let's see how she handles this. Volume 1: A Toxic Royal Welcome [Chapter 1-59] Sania's father, King of Cyris, forced her into marriage with a king who had yet to see, and this was after he had sent the man whom Sania truly loved to battle to die by the hand of their enemies. Getting to her new home, Sania struggled to fit in because almost every member of the King's family despises her, but why? What could she have done to make them hate her so much without even knowing who she was? And just as this was going on, there was a high tendency for war to break out, as a distant kingdom threatened her new home. Volume 2: Returning from the dead for my princess [Chapter 60- 120] As predicted, there was going to be war, but that's not all Sania had to deal with. Before the war, her husband the King brought a Knight to keep her safe while he was away in battle. What struck Sania the most was that, the man whom he brought to keep her safe, was the same man who her father had sent to war to die, now she was going to spend a few months in the hand of her Ex lover... but the story is not all it seems because unknown to her, he ex-lover is just an illusion used by the King to watch her every move.

Lawrence_Oshim · Fantasy
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146 Chs
#R18
#MAGIC
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#MYSTERY
#DARK
#SURVIVAL
#BETRAYAL
#REVENGE

/112/ I want her

"It's a surprise to see you here, Taffi." Olena smiled, standing in front of the door while examining if Taffi came alone or with a companion.

"I'm alone by the way. No one likes you enough to want to visit you, you know that." Taffi scoffed and walked into the cottage after she had let him.

"Put that correctly, Taffi, aside from you...just because you saved me in the past... I don't want any visitors. You witches irk me." She uttered and ushered Taffi to take a seat on one of the many stools in the living room.

"Why are you here?" She asked him grabbing a pot and stirring a light yellow substance.

The room was poorly lit, with barely two candles that were brunt halfway. She wore a black dress which she was known for, with a hoodie that she never put over her silver-haired head.

"Magic," Taffi replied.

"That's quite an ominous response, be more specific." She asked him without looking away from the pot.

"There is a girl...