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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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Chapter 97

Orig was unusually silent, consumed by a single thought: he was ready to sacrifice everything to save those dear to him. He was prepared to lose an entire kingdom for his most loyal men. How would he react if he ever fell in love? What if it was Taya? 

Originally, he had planned to use the diamonds to rebuild their kingdom and to provide reparations to the Lotus people who had suffered losses because of the war. He wanted to fulfill Taya's wishes. But now, here he stood, watching his closest friends in pain. He certainly wasn't planning to just stand by and watch them suffer without doing anything.

"Sorry to interrupt your meeting, but I believe I have something important to contribute." 

Taya entered the meeting hall after threatening the guards with expulsion if they didn't open the door. In truth, they were afraid of her; she had the precision of a marksman, and they knew she wouldn't miss if she intended to kill.