[Mature Content.] "Past, present, and future, I will always want you." _______ Adeline had a plan to obtain her freedom: Step one: kill the King. Step two: run away and live happily ever after. Did that happen? No. Adeline's plan was rudely interrupted by a mysterious, yet handsome stranger who stole her weapon at midnight. Elias Luxton was a heartless King notorious for his merciless antics. He was the monster that lurked in the shadows. Adeline Rose was a dethroned Princess with a dark past. After her parents' murder and an super stealing her throne, she flees to the Empire of Wraith and unexpectedly meets Elias. Elias claimed he knew her. But she didn't remember him. And Adeline wants nothing to do with him. The problem? Adeline was supposed to kill him, but he wants to marry her. Will she be able to escape the clutches of this shameless King? Or will she have to face the demons of her past, all alone? _______ [WARNING: THERE'S MATURE CONTENT IN THIS STORY] Excerpt: "Now, take it off." She blinked up at him, astonished by his words. "What?" she whispered, wondering if her ears had betrayed her. "My shirt," he mused, his burning gaze landing upon her. "But why?" she asked. "So the next time I wear it, I have flashbacks of ravishing you." _______ Editors: okatuvslife & Skale93 This book is found exclusively on webnovel.com. Please do not post it anywhere else.
A roar surfaced, like the cry of an animal before it slumped onto the ground. Viscount Marden clutched his shoulder, where blood was profusely pouring out, and pain sparked. His body felt like it was scorned over a fire, as he gritted his teeth.
"YOU BITCH!"
Adeline's hand slightly trembled. She had never turned her gun to a person before. Her breakfast threatened to resurface. She turned and slammed the door opened, eager to leave. She had what she came for. There was no need to stay any longer.
But then she saw her Aunt, standing outside with a shocked look. In her hand, she carried a tray of tea, but no snacks. Typical Aunt Eleanor. Whenever Adeline was around, there was seldom food except for water or tea.
"You ungrateful brat!" Aunt Eleanor cried out, dropping the metal tray of tea. She rushed to her husband, sinking onto the ground with him, as he let out moans and groans of pain.