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Become The Duke's Wife Or Die

Waking up to find a naked man sleeping beside her is a common thing. Life is an adventure, as well as an area for fun, so she will make the most effort in it. But what would happen if a morning she found Duke Kleochard, the most ruthless duke who liked to execute people, sleeping beside her? “Holy crab, did I just spend the first night with Duke Kleo?” she, Lyra, said nervous and scared. “Didn't he just execute a maid of his palace for accidentally touching his body in a fall? Then what will he do to me if he wakes up and finds me sleeping beside him? No! I have to run!” But before her feet could reach on the floor, a hand grabbed her slender arm, followed by a heavy, pagan alto. "Where are you going, Miss?" It's Duke Kleo. “You have to take responsibility after taking my first night.” "Don't kill me! Don't kill me, My Lord!" she pleaded. "I still want to live." "I will not kill you as long as you want to be my wife. But if you refuse it then you must die." "No!" Shook her head quickly. “I cannot be your wife, My Lord. I don't want to get married. I beg for your forgiveness.” "Then do you want to die?" he asked, giving her a cold, hideous look. This is a story about a girl who loves having one night with many men, with a man who doesn't even have a single woman in his life. How will their story end? ***

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His Heart Was Numb

Duke Kleo immediately sped off, leaving behind all the parchments he needed to read when seeing Lyra squirm on her bed.  Like a husband who has just entered the delivery room to see his wife and newborn baby.  His hand gripped her, making sure she was in good condition.

  "Summon the palace healer now!"  He ordered the maids, which was followed by a nod from one of them.  His eyes focused on Lyra, observing every inch of weakness.  "Are you okay?"

  She blinked weakly, as if barely able to do it.  Her voice was low as she groaned.  Even when her brow furrowed from the scorching sun, her movements seemed unusual and odd.

  Now she could fully open her eyes, directing her gaze right at her hand that was already in Duke Kleo's grip.  'Is this a dream?' She thought.  In a weak state, there is a sense of huge laziness that prevents her from speaking.