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Married to the Demon God

[Mature Content!] In a world where power and wealth dictated one's fate, Eliana was born into a life of poverty, the daughter of a humble villager. Tragedy struck early when her mother passed away at just six years old, leaving a void that was quickly filled by her father's new wife-a ruthless duchess from the village. The duchess brought with her four children of her own: one son and three daughters, all spoiled and cruel. They despised Eliana for her destitute roots, treating her as little more than a burden. Her father, once a loving man, turned a blind eye to her suffering at the hands of her stepfamily, becoming a mere shadow of the protector she once knew. The years passed unforgivingly, and by eighteen, Eliana had been reduced to a servant in her own home, subject to the whims and cruelties of her stepmother and step-siblings. Seeing no further use for the girl, the duchess arranged a marriage to a reclusive duke from a neighboring town. The duke, an eccentric man needing a wife merely to uphold appearances, accepted the arrangement without a second thought. Little did the scheming duchess know the dark truth behind the man she so eagerly married off her stepdaughter to. The so-called duke was no mere nobleman; he was the Demon God himself, a being of unimaginable power who ruled over all creation. Feared by mortals and deities alike, his true nature was hidden behind the guise of a simple lord, using his estate as a place of respite from the burdens of his eternal dominion.

LJDRLwanen · Fantasi
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80 Chs
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Crimson Confidence

The morning sun cast a gentle glow through the stained-glass windows of Eliana's chamber, painting the room in hues of gold and amber. With a soft sigh, she stirred from her slumber, the remnants of a peaceful dream lingering at the edges of her consciousness. The previous night's conversation with Sebastian had left a warmth in her heart, a glimmer of hope that perhaps their arranged marriage could be more than just a political alliance.

As she stretched and yawned, the door to her chamber creaked open, revealing the smiling face of Lydia, her trusted maid and confidante. "Good morning, my lady," Lydia chirped, her voice light and cheerful. "Did you sleep well?"

"I did, thank you, Lydia," Eliana replied, sitting up and pushing back the covers. "It was the most restful sleep I've had in weeks."

Lydia beamed. "That's wonderful news! I've laid out a lovely dress for the day."

Eliana's curiosity piqued. "What color is it?"