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Eve's Gambit

Beware the Fury of the Betrayed Woman! .... In the face of crushing betrayal, Evelynn Rosetta makes a desperate bid to turn back the hands of time. But her efforts prove worse than futile, trapping her in the body of a woman on the verge of joining Night's Courtship, a perilous game with lethal stakes and an irresistible prize—to become the bride of the infamous Vampire, Maximilian Knight. Fueled by bitter hatred, Eve vows to do whatever it takes to acquire the power needed for her vengeance, even if it means winning this foolish game and marrying a complete stranger. Except this "stranger" seems to know who she really is.⁣ ... Haunted by the ghosts of the past, Maximilian Knight has been concealing his true self from the world, enduring centuries in silent despair. But just as he teeters on the brink of hopelessness, a woman bearing a familiar face emerges. Maximilian swears he will do everything to save her. Even if it means marrying a defiant sorceress hellbent on annihilating those who betrayed her. The game is on. Eve makes a gambit. For revenge, she will risk it all.⁣ ...... tags: #slowburnromance #strongfemalelead #strongmalelead #norapeorabuse #r18 Other novels: The Lycan's Sin: COMPLETED Rosie's Games: ONGOING Cover is mine. Instagram: @b.mitchylle Discord: MitchyMitch#3750

B_Mitchylle · Fantasy
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380 Chs

Michaela Fiorella

The underground meeting room of the shadowhunters was a dimly lit chamber, devoid of any windows. The only source of illumination came from flickering torches mounted on the cold stone walls, casting dancing shadows that seemed to mimic the movements of the individuals present. The room exuded an air of secrecy and mystique, hidden away from the prying eyes of the outside world.

In the center of the room, an imposing wooden table stood, its surface weathered and etched with intricate symbols of protection. It served as the focal point for the shadow hunters' discussions and strategic planning. The table was surrounded by sturdy, high-backed chairs, each carefully positioned to accommodate the members during their gatherings.

At one end of the table, the Czar, their enigmatic leader, sat. He was staring at the restless figure with a hunchback pacing inside the room, his footsteps echoing against the stone floor.