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Become The Duke's Wife Or Die

Waking up to find a naked man sleeping beside her is a common thing. Life is an adventure, as well as an area for fun, so she will make the most effort in it. But what would happen if a morning she found Duke Kleochard, the most ruthless duke who liked to execute people, sleeping beside her? “Holy crab, did I just spend the first night with Duke Kleo?” she, Lyra, said nervous and scared. “Didn't he just execute a maid of his palace for accidentally touching his body in a fall? Then what will he do to me if he wakes up and finds me sleeping beside him? No! I have to run!” But before her feet could reach on the floor, a hand grabbed her slender arm, followed by a heavy, pagan alto. "Where are you going, Miss?" It's Duke Kleo. “You have to take responsibility after taking my first night.” "Don't kill me! Don't kill me, My Lord!" she pleaded. "I still want to live." "I will not kill you as long as you want to be my wife. But if you refuse it then you must die." "No!" Shook her head quickly. “I cannot be your wife, My Lord. I don't want to get married. I beg for your forgiveness.” "Then do you want to die?" he asked, giving her a cold, hideous look. This is a story about a girl who loves having one night with many men, with a man who doesn't even have a single woman in his life. How will their story end? ***

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Change Clothes

"If I say I like you too, then what will you do?" Baron Jason tilted his head slightly, while almost all of his expression was filled with gray from the lack of lighting. He waited, remembering what he wanted to do after arriving at the prison.

"W-what do you mean?" Even Tania thought there was something wrong with her hearing, or maybe she was dreaming. But what she was seeing right now was too real, too lively.

"I know you're not a stupid girl." The tip of his index finger brushed her lower lips, pressing gently as if to make them concave. "You must understand what I mean." As his face drew closer, his breath brushed against her, stinging through his warm breath, which clashed with the cold temperature of the prison.

Moisture that comes from mossy walls, and dirty soil seems to harbor more bacteria. All of this exacerbated the conditions of the prison, which was now filled with a musty and rancid smell.