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Thê Ûntîtlêd

Just...what exactly are you doing?!" "Being greedy...what else?" She gasped as he pulled her in his arms, encircling his muscular black shirt covered ones around her slim waist. Her eyes widened even more when she felt all his pectorals and muscles underneath his shirt through her flimsy nightgown. Her lips trembled when she felt him tilt her chin. "B-but I'm your brother's fiance..." His luscious lips stopped halfway at this. "Then I hope he won't mind if I steal away his unattended, unhappy fiance forever..." Isleen Liberine, the only daughter of Duke Frederick was sent to her in-laws house before her marriage, just like any other daughter of a noble. But here's the twist....Isleen is NOT like the other daughters of nobles. So when her family successfully persuades her to get married to the proud Count of Heathanne's son, Daniel...she immediately retaliates, only to be subdued with a heavy hand. But what our wild Isleen didn't expect to discover was something that'd turn her life in a three sixty degree manner...or maybe finally allow her to spread her wings of freedom? . . . . . Abused, bruised and beaten...the only things which 'the untitled' Rhysand knew was pain. So when a warm ray of sunshine penetrates his cold world, he's desperate to grasp it no matter the consequence. But what he doesn't expect is that sunshine to be none other than his brother's fiance!?.. . . . ~Thê Untîtlêd is a story of a whirlwind forbidden romance and the desperate attempts to live your dreams.~

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•••24. Hêr Stôrm•••

Raven tousled hair cascaded on the back of a hunched figure on the railing of the balcony. Her beige dress spread around her like a peacock, her slightly tanned skin exposed from the elbow-cut sleeves and the choker necklace on her delicate neck presented herself to be unearthly. However her eyes seem sad. Those brown orbs had sadness in them and her eyes looked slightly red too, probably from too much crying.

Maybe she has heard the swinging of the glass door, so she sighed in exasperation but didn't try to leave. Such attitude proves that perhaps her current situation is such that she doesn't care about anybody's opinion on her anymore. The footsteps sauntered towards her but didn't stop behind her or placed a so-called comforting hand on her shoulder, neither inquired her about her current self.