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Ensnaring his Dark Moon

Esmeray Reis, once a princess, now lives her life like a bespectacled wallflower to stay far away from people's attention until one day she is compelled to enter the Royal Castle disguised as a maid. Aleister Daven, a mysterious Prince. Dark, devious, and sinful. The mention of his name is enough to make people tremble. Uninterested in most things until he comes across the stubborn woman who won't spare a glance his way. And unknowingly he grows fond of stalking her, teasing her, cornering her, despite her obvious disgust in him. She is his, and he would spare no efforts in making her realize that. When strange incidents happen around Esme, she finds herself waking up in the depths of the ageless sea. Mysterious powers awakening inside her body threaten to shred away her existence and rationality. The involvement of merfolk makes everything more complicated. Staying far away from him was all she ever wished but what was she going to do when he becomes the sole ray of light in the darkness surrounding her? Will she take his hand? Will she ever tell him that it was not him who disgusted her but instead it was her growing obsession for him that she despised?

Auroraaa · Fantasi
Peringkat tidak cukup
370 Chs

My Princess was jealous

Jeremiah glanced at her reluctantly but he obediently sat back.

Esme did not do much as to spare him a glance as she walked out of the dining room. The little food she had eaten was threatening to make a reappearance as she picked up her gown and ran inside the hallway under the surprised gazes of the servants and soldiers.

They had pretty much seen her like a calm and poised doll. They had to be shocked to see her running like an uncultured woman.

But did she care?

She did not.

Her feet slowed down when she reached the hall where Aleister's room was, adjacent to hers.

At the further end, she saw that maid whispering something in his ear.

Before Esme could use her powers to eavesdrop, the delicate woman had already pulled back and all that was left for Esme to see was Aleister's charming smile.

He... smiled at her. At her words. Or whatever she whispered.

He smiled at someone.

He—