Synopsis: Amara hid her beauty since she was young. Her mother told her that her beauty might become her ruin, therefore she wore a mask and hid the scar that her mother had given her. When she met Gerard who accepted her despite her ugliness, she believed he was the man destined for her. But her fantasy was mercilessly broken after her lover sold her to an old nobleman for a pouch of gold coins. She then met Azer, a man working at a bakery. Azer, who strikes her as a mysterious guy who suddenly appeared and invaded her broken heart which she swore to never let be swayed by another again, kept pouring her attention and kindness. Can Amara trust a man again? Or will she forever cage her heart on the walls she built herself? But what happens if, along the way of treasuring her newfound love, she learns that the scar she bears isn't just a simple scar, but a mark of a curse? As she gathers and unfolds the hidden and lost memories of her childhood, slowly, her identity is revealed. And so does the mystery surrounding Azer. --- This novel is the next series after the story of Kyden and Mona [Summoned by a Pretend Villainess]. The novels aren't connected, but the world-building is the same. The characters were living in the same world. Check it out too^^ Thank you for stopping by! Please support me in this journey! - superAyan
Inside the castle, Vida and Mona raced through the halls, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as they searched for Amara.
"She has to be here somewhere," Vida panted, her eyes scanning the darkened corridors.
Mona nodded; her expression grim. "We'll find her. We have to."
Outside, Dionne stood frozen at the edge of the battlefield, her eyes wide with indecision. The chaos of the fight swirled around her, but she couldn't bring herself to move.
Her loyalty was torn—should she aid Prince Azer to lighten her sentence? Or should she join Zenus, who was her fated mate yet abandoned her at the hands of the enemy?
"I…" Dionne whispered, her heart pounding. "What do I do?"
The sound of tearing flesh and the howl of a dying werewolf snapped her attention back to the battle. Azer's pack was being driven back, their numbers dwindling under the onslaught of Zenus' rogues. Blood soaked the ground, and the scent of death filled the air.