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Second Chance Revenge: Win The Devil's Heart

"I came to reclaim this," she said as she pointed to his heart. "It has been a while, have you forgotten me, Orig? Or let me say, my husband, Governor Orig," She whispered as she placed her hand on his chest. Her breath was close to his lips, as if challenging him to resist the urge to throw her onto the bed and teach her a lesson until sunrise. Her hips swayed as she got closer to him, and he couldn't take his eyes off her. Her presence was powerful. He pulled her until she was pressed against his chest. Her fingers finally managed to touch him, and she felt the heat of his body. 'Damn it, are you joking? Your image is still engraved in my mind and heart for those four years, seven months, and five days and...' When he didn’t respond to her words, she decided to speak with her lips, for a few moments. Everyone watched in silence, even he was surprised by her boldness. "No, my dear Taya, it is you who will regret this." Can Taya win back her husband? Will he free himself from the control of his stepmother, confess his feelings for his wife, and correct the mistakes of his past? Read on to discover the secrets between the flames of their love...

ovinia_seh · Urban
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161 Chs

Chapter 155

Misan's chest tightened. The truth she had hidden for so long now lay bare between them, and yet, his expression remained unreadable. Did he understand what this meant? What she truly was? Or had she just shattered whatever fragile bond they had begun to build?

The silence stretched on, and Misan felt the weight of her words settle like a stone in her chest

"Madam, you cannot return. The armies of the Cherry Kingdom are two days away from the capital. Commander Ebien will not relinquish his command of the battlefield, even if the King of the Cherry Kingdom dies," said one of Taya's aides as he fixed his gaze on his hesitant mistress. She was deeply engrossed in thought.

'If I return now, I can protect my son, but I won't achieve my goal of winning this war. Years of preparation for this moment will go to waste,' Taya thought as she strapped on another wristwatch. Her gaze was sharp, her eyes resembling a hawk about to strike its prey.