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His Crimson Obsession

[mature//no rape] At the age of 14, Eiravyne had endured a life-altering burn inflicted by her father, a punishment she believed was a manifestation of her own inadequacies: her perceived lack of beauty, worth, and intellect. It wasn’t until a horrific massacre claimed her entire family that she had learned the true nature of her suffering. The burn had not merely been a mark of her father’s cruelty but a binding ritual linking her to Duke Ilkar Skivarion, the very man she had been taught to fear above all. As Eiravyne was thrust into an arranged marriage with the Duke, she found herself entangled in a treacherous web of political power and intrigue. Amidst the chaos, she uncovered a staggering truth: her abusive family had not been her true lineage. Instead, she was the heir to the Sangrevers—a feared and formidable bloodline notorious for its depraved, lustful, manipulative, and twisted behavior…Afamily that was eradicated by the king for their own treason . With this revelation, Eiravyne faced a new nightmare. Duke Ilkar, convinced that she inherited the worst traits of her scandalous mother, regarded her as nothing more than a means to serve his own ambitions, while Eiravyne's deepest desire was to belong to a family that truly loved and accepted her. ******* Updates: 02 chapter /day Genre: fanatasy, female lead, romance,magic, obssessive male lead, good support side side characters, a lot of intimacy, enemies to lovers, powerful couple, evil and good , bad boy .forced marriage 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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157 Chs

My lord!

Eiravyne felt him lower his body again, and she shivered as his warm breaths caressed that spot on her shoulder where the tear in her nightdress was.

His touch lingered there, almost obsessively, as if erasing something she couldn't understand.

Then, he spoke, his voice filled with accusation and madness, "Here... did you also give him this spot?"

Confused and scared, Eiravyne struggled to comprehend his words.

"N-no," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ilkar's eyes narrowed with intensity.

"Did you give him my spot?" he demanded again, his tone insistent.

Eiravyne's mind raced. "My spot...?" she thought, bewildered by his possessiveness. But she answered quickly, fear driving her words,

"No... he didn't touch me there."

At that moment, Ilkar collapsed on top of her, his forehead pressing against that spot on her shoulder.

His breathing was ragged, his body tense with a mixture of rage and anguish.