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The Tyrant's Replacement Bride

Sebastian Leodegrance was fated to bring about the world's end, his path irrevocably marked by the three scars etched across his left eye as proof of his unholy contract with Ardalas, the Evil God. His insatiable thirst for power would have been enough to conquer all, even without the infernal blessing, but now not even the divine intervention of the Goddess could thwart his ambitions. With purposeful strides, he marched toward Cassiopeia to claim the hand of the renowned Princess Ava Cassia, a woman whose veins coursed with the blood of greatness. But as he drew closer, he discovered that the Princess had been exchanged with her Lady in Waiting. "Yes. I am the replacement. You have been fooled!" *** "From now on, Isla, call me Elder Sister." The person in front of her was the brightest constellation in the world. Ava Cassia... the Princess who was even prettier than the Nereids. But it was like looking in the mirror. She looked exactly like her. "Maybe the Goddess sent you to me so we can become Sisters. How about it, my dear Isla? Would you call me Sister?" Her most cherished treasure; her Elder Sister, Ava. "I'm sorry, Sister... this is the only way." "You must replace me. Because if I bear his child... this world would perish..."

Rossita Saga · Fantasie
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191 Chs

You're Mine! **

Something was different.

Gentle, warm... how would one describe it?

His touch was incomparably gentler than what he had done to her before. His fingertips against her skin were filled with an almost unbearable tenderness. They felt like they were testing her, exploring her body, seeking something.

He knew exactly where to touch her, exactly how to stroke her. He was completely aware of his movements, his motions, and how fast he should go.

That was all until suddenly, he grasped her waist with both of his palms, holding her stomach firmly against his.

Isla gasped in surprise as his mouth captured her nipple, sucking on it, biting lightly.

She grabbed his hair, trying to pull him away. Her deep gasp echoed through the room as she felt herself being pushed down onto the bed.

He started to push her thighs apart, kneeling between them. And then... Isla realized why his kisses were different, why they felt softer.