Marrying A Tyrant To Save The Kingdom
No Time For Men When My Revenge Is Brewing! Thrown into a loveless marriage with a monster, guilty of being born in the warring era; she was left empty-handed. Era, an enticing beauty with valorant soul. Yet her shattered heart, clouded by hatred, she desired something more. Vidor, the enraged powerful tyrant with a curse. Light emerged in his hell- life in the unimaginably painful way. *********** "Stay away from me!" Era screamed at the top of her lungs as her feet found their lining in retreating backwards till she hit the wall. DEAD END! A soft chuckle resounded in the poorly lit room followed by a bone-chilling voice that seemed to make one's knees buckle upon hearing it. "And why should I? Or have you forgotten that your parents willingly gave you to me to spare their sorry lives and that of your people?" Sobs! Sniffs! "They may have, but it was a sacrifice I chose to pay." "Great. I love that boldness little rabbit, but you belong to me now and that includes all of you." His dark onyx eyes roamed over her body lustfully as his tongue stylishly slid out of his mouths licking his lower lips before covering the little gap between them. "Every inch of you." "NEVER! I... HATE... YOU, MONSTER!!" “Hahaha… Until then. I would wait till the day you beg and want me, my little rabbit." ************* MATURE CONTENT! Cover not mine, all credit goes to the original owner. Cover edited by PayalSinghRajput Discord server: http//discord.gg/BH666ZK Instagram: baevidaa Discord: BaeVida#7167
Minister of the Night
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CHAPTER 209
Stepping into her bath, Era allowed the coolness of the water to swallow her body as she descended ever slowly into the bath, allowing it to cover up her naked flesh.
She wasted no time and placed her head gently on the edge of the bath. She allowed the chilly water to do its wonders on her sensitive skin.
It was what her poor brain and body needed.
In all her brain did not want that either. Yes, she was more relaxed and it was also a problem as it gave her more time to do what she needed to do. She had to ponder on the matter at hand what it meant.
Was she fully accepting him as her husband? Was she forgetting all he did? If so, did she love him too? Did she forgive him for the death of her homeland and its people?
Why was she into him like this?
Or was it because she was really lonely at heart that she was giving in to him and her heart was behaving this way?