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Hellbound Heart

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] - [MAIN STORY IS COMPLETED] 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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393 Chs

Love

In the heart of the Reigns Castle, the grand hall stood still in anticipation of a wedding like no other. 

Hundreds of candles lined the walls, casting a soft, ethereal glow over the hall. Majestic chandeliers hung from the towering ceilings, each facet of their crystal prisms gleaming in the ambient light. The scent of roses and lilies wafted through the air, a fragrant reminder of the blooming love between Elle and Sebastian.

But tonight, they were complemented by an even more breathtaking spectacle: the grand staircase, transformed into an ethereal wedding aisle. It cascaded downwards in graceful sweeps, each step cloaked in white satin, flanked by arrangements of white roses, lilies, and cherry blossoms, their petals occasionally breaking free to float down like gentle snowflakes.

The blossoms seemed to flow down the stairs like a river of flowers, converging at the landing where a plush white carpet began, leading straight to the altar.