At the age of 14, Eiravyne suffered a brutal burn at the hands of her father, a punishment she believed stemmed from her own failings—her perceived lack of beauty, worth, and value. But years later, after the slaughter of her entire family, she uncovered the truth: the burn wasn’t just cruelty; it was a ritual, binding her to Duke Ilkar Skivarion, a man her family had raised her to fear without question. Forced into an arranged marriage with the cold and calculating Duke, Eiravyne became ensnared in a world of political intrigue and power plays. Her fragile sense of self shattered further when she discovered her abusive family had not been her true bloodline. She was the last heir of the Sangrevers—a fearsome and reviled lineage known for their seductive cunning, treachery, and lust for control, annihilated by the king’s decree. Amid this turmoil stood Urag, a man as loyal as he was mysterious, bound by a past that entwined with hers in ways she couldn’t yet fathom. While Ilkar sought to use her bloodline for his ruthless ambitions, Urag’s actions spoke of a fierce loyalty, though his reasons remained locked in the shadows of their shared history. As Eiravyne struggled to reclaim her identity, she was faced with two impossibilities: resisting Ilkar’s cold manipulations and uncovering the truth behind Urag’s allegiance. ******* Updates: 02 chapter /day Genre: fanatasy, female lead, romance,magic, obssessive male lead, good support side side characters, a lot of intimacy, enemies to lovers, powerful couple, evil and good , bad boy .forced marriage Cover: is mine, it is commissioned, i don't alow anyone to use it . The art of this novel is also comissioned ------------------- Follow me on instagram: isaac_black2013 Discord server : https://discord.gg/VNH4pKgyT3 ko-fi page: https://ko-fi.com/isaacblack ------------------- Check out my other contracted works: For male lead: *First Stygian Diviner: Apocalypse *Villain's Supremacy For female lead: *I created the villain *The body we shared .
Eiravyne had wanted to strangle him, to end it all while he slept. But now, as she lay beneath him, pinned and helpless, she knew there was no escape from his wrath.
Her eyes fluttered shut as the last vestiges of her strength ebbed away, leaving her with only the bitter truth that had been gnawing at her soul.
"I w-want to cut… this a-act," she began, her voice barely above a whisper but laced with a steely resolve. "I'll be t-truly and p-painfully h-honest with you, Ilkar."
Her words hung in the air, and she could feel him tense above her, his grip on her wrists tightening just slightly.
Eiravyne's breath hitched, and she forced herself to continue, the words tearing at her as they left her lips.
"I c-can't even…. stand to l-look at you, Ilkar S-Skivarion," she admitted, her voice trembling with a mixture of anger and despair.
"You rep-pulse me… everything about you. And now… now you have every right to p-punish me, don't you?"