Hellbound Heart

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] - Izabelle had underestimated the fire she thought she was going to play with tonight. But how could she ever have foreseen that the man she had happened to come across with does not play with just a small fire, but a whole inferno? ___ Excerpt: "You going through this marriage with me might as well be like you digging your own grave. Because the moment you start to want more from me, I will divorce you. And the moment you break your promise and try to fight me… I will ruin you and break you apart completely. Mercilessly. You will regret ever meeting this devil tonight." His threat was given in the same soft but cold voice. But Elle did not even flinch. Her gaze never faltered either. This man was ruthless, and she knew that clearly. His eyes that moment promised nightmares and darkness without any promise of respite. But no matter what he says now, it would still not change her decision. She truly had no other choice. "I understand now…" she said quietly, steeling herself. "Since you don't trust that I will keep my word, how about we do this? You prepare the divorce documents beforehand now and I'll sign it. That way, once you decide to divorce me in the future, the papers would already have been signed and there would be no way I can trouble you about it. You would just need to send it to the lawyers and have it notarized." A heavy silence reigned before his quiet disbelieving laugh broke the silence. "I'm at a loss for words, Princess Izabelle." He looked wickedly amused. But then he started nodding in approval. "Fine, princess. I will marry you." ___ Instagram account: kazzenlx.x facebook page: author_kazzenlx Discord server: https://discord.gg/UGTA3A4 Cover is mine so don't use it. Cover Art by @azihidalgo Logo by @gisel.arts

KazzenlX · Fantasie

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400 Chs

Bliss

The gentle breeze blew to the inside of the quiet room, causing the curtains to sway and flutter gently.

On the couch, Sebastian was lying there, his head resting contentedly on Elle's lap while she was looking down at him, her palm covering his eyes. It was as though she was using her palm as an eye mask to block out the light that would otherwise disturb Sebastian from resting.

The picture of them together on the couch was so peaceful, so warm. As if they were in a moment of nothing but serene paradise, enclosed and without the presence of anyone else.

She had somehow managed to lead him to the couch and made him lie down. He did not protest nor said anything to stop her from leading him over. He simply followed along almost robotically.

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