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Midnight Entice: Married to the cruel Prince

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT. It felt like heaven to fall in love with hell... He is a prince known as the Cruel Prince, the devil incarnate. She is a princess trapped in her own home, only to be released once she is married. *~**~**~* Vol. 1 If there was one thing Alanora wished for in life, it was for the manacles to be removed from her wrists. She had been trapped for as long as she could remember, locked away from the world, never given the chance to express herself. It was tormenting, and the only way to escape was through marriage. Despite this, she couldn't choose the person with whom she would spend the rest of her life. Soon, she is to be married to a man she has never met before, a prince known as the Cruel Prince, the devil incarnate. Vol. 2 *The Return of the Cruel Prince* He rises from the dead, this time even more cruel and stronger, driven by one motive: revenge. The cruel prince, the devil incarnate, Regan, is back, consumed by a merciless rage for revenge. But there she is again, sent by the Midnight to entice him for the second time, the woman who betrayed him. Aware that he is surrounded by dark powers and is being watched by powerful enemies, Regan refuses to trust anyone, not even her, again. He has come to destroy, not to make amends.

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Living Hell.

I followed the two maids without resisting, but the maids assigned to accompany me seemed eager for a fight. They would push me now and then as we made our way to the kitchen, and once we arrived, they turned my life into a living hell.

One of them opened the door and forcefully pushed me inside, causing me to almost stumble to the ground. I didn't say anything; I knew better than to confront these people.

"Ma'am Rita, the princess is here," one of them said, not even trying to hide the sarcasm in her tone.

A woman in her mid-forties turned to us, her chocolate eyes meeting mine as her lips curled into a sly smile.

"Oh... my lady," she said, her gaze shifting to the pile of dirty plates in the corner. "You'll start with that," she added.

"No," I shook my head in disagreement. Ivan had told them to give me some work, not turn me into a slave.