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Married to the Demon God

[Mature Content!] In a world where power and wealth dictated one's fate, Eliana was born into a life of poverty, the daughter of a humble villager. Tragedy struck early when her mother passed away at just six years old, leaving a void that was quickly filled by her father's new wife-a ruthless duchess from the village. The duchess brought with her four children of her own: one son and three daughters, all spoiled and cruel. They despised Eliana for her destitute roots, treating her as little more than a burden. Her father, once a loving man, turned a blind eye to her suffering at the hands of her stepfamily, becoming a mere shadow of the protector she once knew. The years passed unforgivingly, and by eighteen, Eliana had been reduced to a servant in her own home, subject to the whims and cruelties of her stepmother and step-siblings. Seeing no further use for the girl, the duchess arranged a marriage to a reclusive duke from a neighboring town. The duke, an eccentric man needing a wife merely to uphold appearances, accepted the arrangement without a second thought. Little did the scheming duchess know the dark truth behind the man she so eagerly married off her stepdaughter to. The so-called duke was no mere nobleman; he was the Demon God himself, a being of unimaginable power who ruled over all creation. Feared by mortals and deities alike, his true nature was hidden behind the guise of a simple lord, using his estate as a place of respite from the burdens of his eternal dominion.

LJDRLwanen · Fantasía
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78 Chs

Sister's Love

One hour had passed since the events in Sophie's room.

"Sophie, take your time to get ready. Lydia and I will be downstairs finishing up breakfast. You can join us whenever you're ready," Eliana said softly, as she stood up from the bed and left the room with Lydia.

The soft click of the door closing echoed in the room, leaving Sophie alone with her thoughts. The weight of Eliana's kindness, the unexpected warmth in her eyes, pressed upon her heart, a stark contrast to the cold indifference she was accustomed to. The room, once a symbol of her confinement, now felt like a sanctuary, a haven from the storm that had ravaged her family.