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His Crimson Obsession

At fourteen, Eiravyne was branded by her father. She believed it was punishment for her flaws: her lack of beauty, her weakness, her unworthiness. Years later, after the slaughter of her entire family, Eiravyne learns the horrific reality: the burn was not born of cruelty alone, but part of a ritual—one that bound her to Duke Ilkar Skivarion, a cold and power-hungry Duke her family taught her to fear. Forced into engagement with the merciless Duke, Eiravyne is thrust into a world of dark politics and ruthless ambition. Her already fractured identity is torn further apart when she discovers that the family who raised her were not her blood. She is the last living heir of the Sangrevers—a feared and hated bloodline known for their seductive cunning, their hunger for power, and their destruction at the king’s command. But amid the betrayal and manipulation stands Urag Romani —the King's Sorcerer, her childhood friend, the only person she ever trusted . Like her, Urag was raised under the cruelty of her mother. Like her, he bears invisible scars. Fiercely loyal, yet wrapped in mystery. To survive, she must embrace the darkness of her lineage(her potent blood)—or be destroyed by it. ******* Updates: 02 chapter /day Genre: fanatasy, enemies to lovers, childhood friends to lovers ,obssessive male lead, a lot of intimacy,powerful couple. Cover: is mine, it is commissioned, i don't alow anyone to use it . The art of this novel is also comissioned ------------------- Follow me on instagram: isaac_black2013 Discord server : https://discord.gg/VNH4pKgyT3 ko-fi page: https://ko-fi.com/isaacblack ------------------- Check out my other contracted works: For male lead: *First Stygian Diviner: Apocalypse *Villain's Supremacy For female lead: *I created the villain *The body we shared .

Isaac_black · Fantasy
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197 Chs
#R18
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#REVENGE
#HISTORICAL
#POWERFULCOUPLE
#ENEMIESTOLOVERS
#LOVETRIANGLE
#FRIENDSTOLOVERS
#HEIRESS

His feverish kisses

Eiravyne's voice continued to tremble, each word dragging her deeper into the abyss of her own self-loathing.

 "I thought... it was because... I was not beautiful," she stammered, tears streaming down her face. "I thought my body was... flawed. Too plain, too weak. I hated the way I looked... every inch of my skin felt... wrong."

She buried her face deeper in her palms. "I-I tried s-so hard to be…be …," she continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "To be what they wanted….."

Her hands moved to grip the fabric of her dress, her fingers trembling trying to cover her back desperately not wanting Ilkar to see anything. 

"I-I believed," she whispered, her voice breaking. "That I was un-unlovable because of my… b-body. I thought if only I could be p-prettier, more graceful, more like them... maybe then..."

Her sobs grew louder, her shoulders shaking with the force of her grief. "I-I hated myself," she admitted, her words barely audible.