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His Crimson Obsession

[mature//no rape] At the age of 14, Eiravyne had endured a life-altering burn inflicted by her father, a punishment she believed was a manifestation of her own inadequacies: her perceived lack of beauty, worth, and intellect. It wasn’t until a horrific massacre claimed her entire family that she had learned the true nature of her suffering. The burn had not merely been a mark of her father’s cruelty but a binding ritual linking her to Duke Ilkar Skivarion, the very man she had been taught to fear above all. As Eiravyne was thrust into an arranged marriage with the Duke, she found herself entangled in a treacherous web of political power and intrigue. Amidst the chaos, she uncovered a staggering truth: her abusive family had not been her true lineage. Instead, she was the heir to the Sangrevers—a feared and formidable bloodline notorious for its depraved, lustful, manipulative, and twisted behavior…Afamily that was eradicated by the king for their own treason . With this revelation, Eiravyne faced a new nightmare. Duke Ilkar, convinced that she inherited the worst traits of her scandalous mother, regarded her as nothing more than a means to serve his own ambitions, while Eiravyne's deepest desire was to belong to a family that truly loved and accepted her. ******* Updates: 02 chapter /day Genre: fanatasy, female lead, romance,magic, obssessive male lead, good support side side characters, a lot of intimacy, enemies to lovers, powerful couple, evil and good , bad boy .forced marriage Cover: is mine, it is commissioned, i don't alow anyone to use it . The art of this novel is also comissioned ------------------- Follow me on instagram: isaac_black2013 Discord server : https://discord.gg/VNH4pKgyT3 ko-fi page: https://ko-fi.com/isaacblack ------------------- Check out my other contracted works: For male lead: *First Stygian Diviner: Apocalypse *Villain's Supremacy For female lead: *I created the villain *The body we shared .

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Her bruises...

Eiravyne's breath hitched as his words settled in, each one slicing through the air like a knife. 

She felt a cold sweat break out across her skin, the gravity of his revelation pressing down on her like a physical weight. 

She tried to pull her fingers free from his grasp, but his hold was relentless.

He leaned closer, his face inches from hers, his eyes wild and unblinking. "I needed to be the one who took his life, Eira. Do you understand?" 

His voice was a low growl, the madness within him barely contained. "He deserved to feel my wrath, to see the face of his executioner."

She shuddered, her voice barely a whisper. "You're scaring me."

His lips twisted into a cruel smile, the kind that held no warmth. "Good. Maybe now you'll understand the depths of my anger, the betrayal you did." 

He released her fingers abruptly, then with a firm palm, he pushed her face back to rest against his shoulder, forcing her to meet his gaze from below.