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Misunderstanding my sweet husband

Three days prior to her wedding, Olivia finds her betrothed in the company of her step-cousin. Driven by the pain of abandonment since childhood, she comes to a conclusion that she is only used to get the throne. Ruled by this misunderstanding in their marriage, Olivia gives her husband the cold shoulder while living with the scars she gained from her adversaries. However, the Princess starts to feel loved again as Reginald succeeds in melting his way into her heart. But would her rivals let this happiness last? On the outside, he is known as the son of a General. But no one knows the mystery that surrounds him and the entanglement with the Princess. Reginald was actually tasked from beginning to keep Olivia safe. But from what danger? Was fate actually playing a role in bringing these two people with different stories and mysteries together? **** EXCERPT "It means you're not remorseful." Her mind started to work in strange angles as a smirk graced her face. "Olivia..." Reginald spoke in a tired voice. This was not what he wanted from the beginning. He wanted them to solve things and now they were heading back to square one. "Don't mention my name in that manner." She slammed her eyes shut for a second before opening them. This was because she started to feel confused. "Olivia!" Reginald called out again, this time with great force that said he wanted her to focus on what they were talking about. "Please don't —" "Tell me what I did." "You're in love with another woman! I caught you hugging her in that room, Reginald!"

_EmpressOfLight_ · Fantasy
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150 Chs

Never

Antonia closed her eyes as she could feel the impact of some hits coming, but before she knew it, an icy voice thundered in the kitchen;

"What do you all think you're doing!?"

That was when her eyes peeled open. The minions retreated, hiding their weapons behind them. They wore a meek look on their faces as they lowered their heads in respect to the presence.

Becca's eyes widened for two seconds, before she turned around only to be stupefied. There he was, a perfect epitome of a cruel angel.

His silver scrutinizing eyes didn't leave them as he remained by the entrance.

"Mi—Milord!" Becca called out and bowed to him, her lips twitched because this was the first time they were interupted from having fun.

She cursed in her mind because Antonia's words were starting to come true slowly. If they hadn't been careful, they would have been busted by now.