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The Devil's Ember

Emberline Stark felt like an idiot. She had lost her wealth. Her Fiancé. Her name. Her self. All in one day. She wanted to end it all, to stand on that bridge and give it all up. But just before she leaped, a hand grabbed her. Now she is forced into a contract marriage with the nation's play boy and a modelling career. But when she discovers her husband's true identity, she must choose between her soul and her dreams. **** "I promise I didn't gawk...much." he said with a smirked. My cheeks went from red to super hot and I said the one word that came to my head, "Pervert!!!"

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You deserve this

Some ladies came in to take off her wedding dress, which she was very happy about. She could finally breathe.

The ladies worked with quiet efficiency, their skilled hands removing the wedding dress and replacing it with the traditional red gown required for the dance. The fabric, a deep crimson. The gown was cut to flatter her figure, the bodice snug against her torso, the skirt flaring out in a dramatic sweep of red color.

As they draped the red veil over her head, it fell like a cascade of rubies around her delicate face, framing her features with a soft, mysterious allure. The veil was not just a piece of fabric; it was a symbol of the fire and life she was expected to bring into her new role as a duchess.

Elizabeth stood, taking a moment to feel the weight of the gown, the way it moved with her, as if it were a part of her. She practiced a few steps, the red fabric swirling around her ankles.