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Midnight Entice: Married to the cruel Prince

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT. It felt like heaven to fall in love with hell... He is a prince known as the Cruel Prince, the devil incarnate. She is a princess trapped in her own home, only to be released once she is married. *~**~**~* Vol. 1 If there was one thing Alanora wished for in life, it was for the manacles to be removed from her wrists. She had been trapped for as long as she could remember, locked away from the world, never given the chance to express herself. It was tormenting, and the only way to escape was through marriage. Despite this, she couldn't choose the person with whom she would spend the rest of her life. Soon, she is to be married to a man she has never met before, a prince known as the Cruel Prince, the devil incarnate. Vol. 2 *The Return of the Cruel Prince* He rises from the dead, this time even more cruel and stronger, driven by one motive: revenge. The cruel prince, the devil incarnate, Regan, is back, consumed by a merciless rage for revenge. But there she is again, sent by the Midnight to entice him for the second time, the woman who betrayed him. Aware that he is surrounded by dark powers and is being watched by powerful enemies, Regan refuses to trust anyone, not even her, again. He has come to destroy, not to make amends.

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Back.

I was relieved to find myself in a hallway. But when I looked closely, it was different from our home. This was a long, dark hallway, with different rooms scattered on each side, without a single sign of life or any noise. Everywhere was silent and cold, as dead. Where was I? I panicked as I turned around, trying to see if I could find my way out. Leilani must have sent me somewhere else, and here I was, thinking I could trust them.

I squinted my eyes, and from afar, I could see some men dragging out two people. And they were dead? My heart skipped painfully, and fear gripped me when I saw the blood trailing behind them.

Goodness... where was I? Did I just end up in a slaughterhouse? I shook and pressed myself against the wall, trying not to let the men notice me. What was I going to do? Was this how I was going to die?