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Hellbound Heart

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] - Izabelle had underestimated the fire she thought she was going to play with tonight. But how could she ever have foreseen that the man she had happened to come across with does not play with just a small fire, but a whole inferno? ___ Excerpt: "You going through this marriage with me might as well be like you digging your own grave. Because the moment you start to want more from me, I will divorce you. And the moment you break your promise and try to fight me… I will ruin you and break you apart completely. Mercilessly. You will regret ever meeting this devil tonight." His threat was given in the same soft but cold voice. But Elle did not even flinch. Her gaze never faltered either. This man was ruthless, and she knew that clearly. His eyes that moment promised nightmares and darkness without any promise of respite. But no matter what he says now, it would still not change her decision. She truly had no other choice. "I understand now…" she said quietly, steeling herself. "Since you don't trust that I will keep my word, how about we do this? You prepare the divorce documents beforehand now and I'll sign it. That way, once you decide to divorce me in the future, the papers would already have been signed and there would be no way I can trouble you about it. You would just need to send it to the lawyers and have it notarized." A heavy silence reigned before his quiet disbelieving laugh broke the silence. "I'm at a loss for words, Princess Izabelle." He looked wickedly amused. But then he started nodding in approval. "Fine, princess. I will marry you." ___ Instagram account: kazzenlx.x facebook page: author_kazzenlx Discord server: https://discord.gg/UGTA3A4 Cover is mine so don't use it. Cover Art by @azihidalgo Logo by @gisel.arts

KazzenlX · Fantasia
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400 Chs

Weak voice

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Gav's posture relaxed, a hint of amusement crossing his features. "There you go again, acting unlike yourself and being uncharacteristically gentle," he remarked, his words laced with a touch of teasing. But then, Gav shrugged elegantly, running his fingers through his dark hair.

As Gav turned to walk away, Zeke extended his hand towards Elle.

The moment Elle looked up at Zeke's outstretched hand, she couldn't help but linger her gaze to the black leather glove that covered it. A rush of memories flooded her mind, fragments of her past where she had held onto a gloved hand. It was a peculiar sensation, a feeling of déjà vu that left her momentarily speechless.