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Namara's Revenge

"She was willing to become a sex slave to avenge the death of her parents." Namara's parents were killed by the Black Wings Clan. She wanted to avenge their death. Unfortunately, she was so weak, no strength can be learned, even if it was just lowly magic. Namara wants to enter the palace of the Black Wings Clan and destroy them slowly. There was only one way for her to get in there, which is to become a sex slave of a man named Eros who is the second son of the head of the Black Wings Clan. Will Namara succeed after sacrificing her pride and dignity? What if Eros suddenly finds out the secret behind Namara's body regarding her true identity? Namara is not a simple woman at all. * A.N: This book is still messed up, it hasn't gone through the editing process yet

Yulia_R · Fantasía
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It's Castor's Voice

"Do not!" Namara shouted. She bit her lip uncertainly. "Okay. I'll tell you. I'll tell you now."

It would be a problem if she made a fuss in the palace just because of a book issue. Her work will be interrupted. So, she'd better tell Hestia.

Hestia secretly smiled. It was just a trick so that Namara would confess. The woman wouldn't confess if she wasn't forced to.

"So?" Hestia asked.

Namara looked down. It might be fine if she told Hestia. After all, her aunt wasn't on Castor's side. Will not take sides.

She sighed then walked over to Hestia. "Auntie, it's me. Namara," she said quietly. A faint smile appeared on her lips.

Even though Hestia had thought of this possibility, she was still surprised to hear Namara say it directly. So, that woman is Namara. Her hunch was never wrong.

Hestia immediately grabbed Namara's hand. "Why didn't you tell me earlier? Why did you have to disguise yourself like this?"