Marrying A Tyrant To Save The Kingdom
No Time For Men When My Revenge Is Brewing! Thrown into a loveless marriage with a monster, guilty of being born in the warring era; she was left empty-handed. Era, an enticing beauty with valorant soul. Yet her shattered heart, clouded by hatred, she desired something more. Vidor, the enraged powerful tyrant with a curse. Light emerged in his hell- life in the unimaginably painful way. *********** "Stay away from me!" Era screamed at the top of her lungs as her feet found their lining in retreating backwards till she hit the wall. DEAD END! A soft chuckle resounded in the poorly lit room followed by a bone-chilling voice that seemed to make one's knees buckle upon hearing it. "And why should I? Or have you forgotten that your parents willingly gave you to me to spare their sorry lives and that of your people?" Sobs! Sniffs! "They may have, but it was a sacrifice I chose to pay." "Great. I love that boldness little rabbit, but you belong to me now and that includes all of you." His dark onyx eyes roamed over her body lustfully as his tongue stylishly slid out of his mouths licking his lower lips before covering the little gap between them. "Every inch of you." "NEVER! I... HATE... YOU, MONSTER!!" “Hahaha… Until then. I would wait till the day you beg and want me, my little rabbit." ************* MATURE CONTENT! Cover not mine, all credit goes to the original owner. Cover edited by PayalSinghRajput Discord server: http//discord.gg/BH666ZK Instagram: baevidaa Discord: BaeVida#7167
Worried: In The Palace.
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CHAPTER 133
Trooping through the gates of the palace were several men and women, both of different status and with different missions.
One look up ahead and one could see the gallant soldiers guarding at the gate and doing their inspection on those coming in.
In the midst of that crowd was a young lad who had obeyed certain information and came to try out his luck.
On getting to the gate of the palace, Jordan did as he was told. The moment he was asked about his means of identification he spoke up. "Please sir, I do not have that but I am here to see Sir Edgar?"
On hearing that, the soldier paused, ran his gaze up and down Jordan's lean frame and then peered deep into his eyes before tilting his head back and yelling. "Hey, Sir Edgar, a young lad is here looking for you."
"What's his name?" The bulky older looking man yelled back from where he was seated at the top of the gate's security post.