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Ensnaring his Dark Moon

Esmeray Reis, once a princess, now lives her life like a bespectacled wallflower to stay far away from people's attention until one day she is compelled to enter the Royal Castle disguised as a maid. Aleister Daven, a mysterious Prince. Dark, devious, and sinful. The mention of his name is enough to make people tremble. Uninterested in most things until he comes across the stubborn woman who won't spare a glance his way. And unknowingly he grows fond of stalking her, teasing her, cornering her, despite her obvious disgust in him. She is his, and he would spare no efforts in making her realize that. When strange incidents happen around Esme, she finds herself waking up in the depths of the ageless sea. Mysterious powers awakening inside her body threaten to shred away her existence and rationality. The involvement of merfolk makes everything more complicated. Staying far away from him was all she ever wished but what was she going to do when he becomes the sole ray of light in the darkness surrounding her? Will she take his hand? Will she ever tell him that it was not him who disgusted her but instead it was her growing obsession for him that she despised?

Auroraaa · Fantasia
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370 Chs

Dead men tell no tales

''She disappeared too. Maybe she is dead, maybe not,'' the man picked up the exquisite golden comb and stroked it with his fingers, ''The thieves claimed they found it in a small box in the Prince's room and they heard some rumors too. I just had to give them some of our useless tears which they think are some treasure and spilled everything to me. The remaining maids and servants in that wrecked Castle speak of how much the Prince doted on his woman. I assume he made it for her...'' 

Esme grabbed the comb from his hand and looked at it with wide eyes, ''It holds such a deep meaning,'' Is there a man who would make a comb for a woman? 

Just how lucky and special was that woman for her to be adored by a man to such an extent? 

''But he was rumored to be a beast. He was cruel...'' 

''Someone who is this thoughtful...'' Esme stroked the comb in her hands, ''How can he be a beast?" she whispered.