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Second Chance Revenge: Win The Devil's Heart

"I came to reclaim this," she said as she pointed to his heart. "It has been a while, have you forgotten me, Orig? Or let me say, my husband, Governor Orig," She whispered as she placed her hand on his chest. Her breath was close to his lips, as if challenging him to resist the urge to throw her onto the bed and teach her a lesson until sunrise. Her hips swayed as she got closer to him, and he couldn't take his eyes off her. Her presence was powerful. He pulled her until she was pressed against his chest. Her fingers finally managed to touch him, and she felt the heat of his body. 'Damn it, are you joking? Your image is still engraved in my mind and heart for those four years, seven months, and five days and...' When he didn’t respond to her words, she decided to speak with her lips, for a few moments. Everyone watched in silence, even he was surprised by her boldness. "No, my dear Taya, it is you who will regret this." Can Taya win back her husband? Will he free himself from the control of his stepmother, confess his feelings for his wife, and correct the mistakes of his past? Read on to discover the secrets between the flames of their love...

ovinia_seh · Urbain
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Chapter 49

"That doesn't matter. I'm sure Taya is the Yukar," Misan rolled her eyes and stood up, not believing the nonsense he was saying. Everyone in her kingdom knew that the Yukar had ceased to exist over three decades ago, and the last heiress had fled twenty years ago, never to be found.

"I examined Taya's body as you asked, and there's no sign of our kingdom's sacred tattoo. She's clearly not the Yukar, so I suggest you forget about her. Maybe you're just interested in her because you like her, isn't that possible?" Misan laughed at her own comment, and Mill silently mimicked her words without sound

"What information have you managed to gather about this alchemist? Any origin, family, or anything like that?" Taya asked, addressing Aero, who bowed in greeting. He clasped his hands behind his back with determination and said in an apologetic tone, "No, madam, there are no traces. His background is quite vague, but there is something suspicious about him."