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Ensnaring his Dark Moon

Esmeray Reis, once a princess, now lives her life like a bespectacled wallflower to stay far away from people's attention until one day she is compelled to enter the Royal Castle disguised as a maid. Aleister Daven, a mysterious Prince. Dark, devious, and sinful. The mention of his name is enough to make people tremble. Uninterested in most things until he comes across the stubborn woman who won't spare a glance his way. And unknowingly he grows fond of stalking her, teasing her, cornering her, despite her obvious disgust in him. She is his, and he would spare no efforts in making her realize that. When strange incidents happen around Esme, she finds herself waking up in the depths of the ageless sea. Mysterious powers awakening inside her body threaten to shred away her existence and rationality. The involvement of merfolk makes everything more complicated. Staying far away from him was all she ever wished but what was she going to do when he becomes the sole ray of light in the darkness surrounding her? Will she take his hand? Will she ever tell him that it was not him who disgusted her but instead it was her growing obsession for him that she despised?

Auroraaa · Fantaisie
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370 Chs

Little fruit has regained memories

Esme turned to glance at Jeremiah who was on his knees, ''I beg for an explanation.'' 

Rezeph looked just as amorous as before as if he had no hand in Jeremiah's pathetic dilemma.

Esme was speechless. Now that he was begging her, what explanation was she supposed to give? 

I was lighting a candle, and the ballroom caught fire? 

Or, you know, fire burst out of my hands. It was unintentional.

''I am the one giving an explanation,'' Rezeph waved his hand like an excited child and stepped forward, shielding her behind broad shoulders, ''I brought her here on her request to stimulate her powers to placate her. My dear daughter is getting married to you in a few days and she came crying to me, sobbing about how she felt inferior compared to you.'' 

A certain dear daughter: "_"

Even she was not as thick-skinned and sly to be able to lie so blatantly like that.