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A Slave To The Evil Count

There is a thin line between love and hate, who knew when it started to fade between us. Earl of Gravestone is the most dangerous man of the WhiteThrone Empire. Not because he is strong enough to kill them without thinking twice. But he deals in secrets. Secrets that could destroy the peace standing on the thin ice sheets over a flooding river. But he had not gotten all this wrapped up as a gift by his family. He had earned it. Earned to show that one woman that he was worth choosing. To show that he was strong and loved. and he definitely had forgotten her after she left him for another man. Except that… he did not. He was still clutched by her memories to the limit that it hurt him when he breathed. So what would happen if the newest secret he found was…. Her husband was a traitor. If he wants, he could break her life. But would he? The deepening shadow of the crimes he had committed and the darkness within him wanted to devour her. But a tiny part that still remembered her love wanted to save her at the same time. Who would win in the end?

Fallen_meteor · Fantasia
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Isabella's cold eyes made holes on Elara but her punches fell on the soft cotton leaving her gritting her teeth.

"Alric!" Edward Sanatour, the owner of the palace, father of Isabella and duke in position, looked at Alric with a firm cold gaze. His voice was still calm but stren as he waited for an answer without elaborating his question.

Alric let go of the fork he was holding. His eyes fell on Elara with worry but when he noticed her blank gaze, he felt more infuriated. He would have felt better if she looked sad or better if she was waiting for him to save her.

He could bet that she would not even flinch or plead if they dragged her from here holding her hair or worse. He closed his eyes and exhaled a breath.

In these moments, he could not let his anger rule him.