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The Demon’s Bride

*Slow Burn Historical Fantasy Novel* Elise had about to change into the dress that was lying on the corner of her bed when she heard a knock lightly calling from her door. Curious, she turned the door knob only to have a tall man towering in front of her. “Master Ian!” She called. Ian smiled with the usual mischievous smirk that he always used. His crimson eyes trailing a little over her room and spotted the black dress over her bed and shifted his eyes over to the woman in front of him. He stepped forward and spoke. “Where did you acquire that dress?” “Mr. Harland gave it to me.” Elise replied and strained her neck to see Ian’s brows knitted in its elegance. “Do you know why a man would love to give a woman a dress?” He gave the riddle that she always had to think twice before replying. But this time, she found no answer and instead shook her head. “I don’t know.” His grin grew bewitching as though something had stirred deep inside the scarlet eyes that he had. He slowly slid his hand over the collar of her dress, sending a cold shiver that startled her for a moment due to its freezing temperature. After unbuttoning the first two buttons on her collar, he tilted his head down, whispering to her ears. “Because they want to be the one to undress the cloth.” He paused and kissed her neck, turning the pale skin to red before retracting his move to fix his eyes on her and leisurely replied. “Unfortunately, you can’t wear the dress over there with this.” He chuckled and passed a box over to her hand. “And the fortunate news is I prepared a dress for you.” Elise was a cursed little girl who could see ghosts. Her family hated her and threw her from one adoptive family to another. However, misfortune didn't act alone. When she was brought up by her aunt, she was sold as a slave. When she had thought she would become nothing but a sacrifice to the sorcerer, she was saved by a man whose identity was far different than a normal mythical being. *** This book is ORIGINAL and it is not Translation Join Author's discord: https://discord.gg/YPKueb4

mata0eve · Fantaisie
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756 Chs

Evening Soiree-I

"Of course not, milord." Count Gerald acted quick, he knows Lord Ian dislike repeating his words and never want to be on the bad side of the Lord. Beside him, Countess Grace and Lady Monica was quick to pull their skirt and made a bow as if to apologize.

They know far better than anyone that offending Ian the Lord of Warine would only warranted death and by the seem of it, the woman beside Ian was treasured much more than they thought she was. If by mistake they offended the woman, they fear their necks would come in contact with his cold sword, they thought.

Elise felt uncomfortable with the Countess and Lady Monica as she had seen how much they dislike common people by the time in the thread shop, she lifted her head to see how Lady Monica had glared at her despite bowing down with her eyes on the ground. With the switch change of action in Count Family, Elise lifted her chin to Ian and felt her heart moved that he had protected her against their claims.