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Eve's Gambit

Beware the Fury of the Betrayed Woman! .... In the face of crushing betrayal, Evelynn Rosetta makes a desperate bid to turn back the hands of time. But her efforts prove worse than futile, trapping her in the body of a woman on the verge of joining Night's Courtship, a perilous game with lethal stakes and an irresistible prize—to become the bride of the infamous Vampire, Maximilian Knight. Fueled by bitter hatred, Eve vows to do whatever it takes to acquire the power needed for her vengeance, even if it means winning this foolish game and marrying a complete stranger. Except this "stranger" seems to know who she really is.⁣ ... Haunted by the ghosts of the past, Maximilian Knight has been concealing his true self from the world, enduring centuries in silent despair. But just as he teeters on the brink of hopelessness, a woman bearing a familiar face emerges. Maximilian swears he will do everything to save her. Even if it means marrying a defiant sorceress hellbent on annihilating those who betrayed her. The game is on. Eve makes a gambit. For revenge, she will risk it all.⁣ ...... tags: #slowburnromance #strongfemalelead #strongmalelead #norapeorabuse #r18 Other novels: The Lycan's Sin: COMPLETED Rosie's Games: ONGOING Cover is mine. Instagram: @b.mitchylle Discord: MitchyMitch#3750

B_Mitchylle · Fantastique
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380 Chs
#TRANSMIGRATION
#SURVIVAL
#VILLAIN
#REVENGE
#WEREWOLF
#VAMPIRE
#DEVIL
#POSSESSIVE
#HISTORICAL
#FACESLAPPING

Greeting 2

When Eve heard that two clan leaders were visiting them, she expected disrespect, perhaps even scorn. After all, she was, but a human married to a Vampire Prince. She anticipated them looking at her with disgust and hiding their insults in sweet words. She never expected this...

Eve observed Lord Aelius Windfeather of the Werehawk Clan as he drank his tea, his sharp features, and piercing eyes revealing shrewd intelligence. Beside him sat Baron Mortimer Blackwood, the formidable leader of the Weretiger Clan, whose imposing stature and confident demeanor exuded authority.

"When our families heard of the marriage, we doubted the authenticity of the news," Baron Blackwood smiled. "I truly hope that madam can forgive our naivety."

"Please, there is no need to apologize. The marriage was indeed real, but I do understand why many would doubt its authenticity," Eve smiled.