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Misunderstanding my sweet husband

Three days prior to her wedding, Olivia finds her betrothed in the company of her step-cousin. Driven by the pain of abandonment since childhood, she comes to a conclusion that she is only used to get the throne. Ruled by this misunderstanding in their marriage, Olivia gives her husband the cold shoulder while living with the scars she gained from her adversaries. However, the Princess starts to feel loved again as Reginald succeeds in melting his way into her heart. But would her rivals let this happiness last? On the outside, he is known as the son of a General. But no one knows the mystery that surrounds him and the entanglement with the Princess. Reginald was actually tasked from beginning to keep Olivia safe. But from what danger? Was fate actually playing a role in bringing these two people with different stories and mysteries together? **** EXCERPT "It means you're not remorseful." Her mind started to work in strange angles as a smirk graced her face. "Olivia..." Reginald spoke in a tired voice. This was not what he wanted from the beginning. He wanted them to solve things and now they were heading back to square one. "Don't mention my name in that manner." She slammed her eyes shut for a second before opening them. This was because she started to feel confused. "Olivia!" Reginald called out again, this time with great force that said he wanted her to focus on what they were talking about. "Please don't —" "Tell me what I did." "You're in love with another woman! I caught you hugging her in that room, Reginald!"

_EmpressOfLight_ · Fantasie
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"I killed the King out of my own volition." Arya squeezed her eyes shut as she struggled to keep staring at him. She wasn't liking how stone-cold Nathaniel's expression grew every ticking seconds.

If looks could kill, Arya was sure she would have been buried six feet long enough. But she was determined to get Antonia out of this mess she found herself in.

Olivia on the other hand was brought out of her reverie. She shook her head because her gaze went back to Reginald's balled hands, she saw nothing there. 'My head must have been messing with me.' She cocked her head to the side, looking unsure.

But after hearing Arya's words, her expression turned darker than the bottom of a kettle. She took a stride toward Arya and she also squatted in front of her.

The Princess gritted her teeth because she knew what this maid was trying to do. She chuckled while her eyes glinted with nothing but mockery in them.