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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

Defending Cardan

Esme and Luciana turned towards the doorway only to find a man leaning against the door.

Leo, who was following the man ran towards Esme who hugged him immediately, ''Where did you go?" she was about to reprimand him but when he sat on her lap obediently, she shifted her attention to the man who had a frown etched between his brows, ''But I did say that, Your Highness,'' she said, without bothering to stand up given how he was standing at a distance.

It was not hard for her to understand that he was the Prince. His appearance and aura were enough for her to recognize him.

As he stepped inside the room, Esme pushed herself to her feet, nodding at him curtly. The first thing that she noticed about his features was the pair of blue eyes.

Indeed father-son. She closed her eyes tragically, wondering why she even related the God's eyes to her painting. It looked like here everyone had blue eyes.