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Second Chance Revenge: Win The Devil's Heart

"I came to reclaim this," she said as she pointed to his heart. "It has been a while, have you forgotten me, Orig? Or let me say, my husband, Governor Orig," She whispered as she placed her hand on his chest. Her breath was close to his lips, as if challenging him to resist the urge to throw her onto the bed and teach her a lesson until sunrise. Her hips swayed as she got closer to him, and he couldn't take his eyes off her. Her presence was powerful. He pulled her until she was pressed against his chest. Her fingers finally managed to touch him, and she felt the heat of his body. 'Damn it, are you joking? Your image is still engraved in my mind and heart for those four years, seven months, and five days and...' When he didn’t respond to her words, she decided to speak with her lips, for a few moments. Everyone watched in silence, even he was surprised by her boldness. "No, my dear Taya, it is you who will regret this." Can Taya win back her husband? Will he free himself from the control of his stepmother, confess his feelings for his wife, and correct the mistakes of his past? Read on to discover the secrets between the flames of their love...

ovinia_seh · Urban
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133 Chs

Chapter 70

"If you're looking for Prince Orig, he left with Mr. Alfredo for a medical check. It seems one of his knights is showing symptoms of that deadly disease," 

the maid said. Taya swallowed nervously. Thanks to the initial dose of medicine she found in her bag, the rash had disappeared, but she was still experiencing fever from time to time.

She knew they wouldn't quarantine Orig because he had already taken the vaccine. So, she went with the maid to their private wing. "Do you know where Miss Yuray is?" 

Taya asked before the maid left. The maid stopped, turned to her, and said, "She is in the harem wing. You will need King Arthur's permission if you want to meet her." 

The maid left after ensuring Taya was safe inside, but there was a looming sense of something big brewing within the palace, slowly being woven into a catastrophe.