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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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The clinking of cutleries in a proper aristocratic manner was the only audible sound that could be heard in the sophisticated, luxurious restaurant that were only meant for the nobles. Other than the sound of cutlery, hushed whispers and murmurs followed in the restaurant, sometimes the murmurs died down completely giving of an eerie silence and again the conversations continued. The waiters glided along the tables gracefully and served the customers with a constant smile on their face. The atmosphere to Isleen was nothing but stifling. She felt choked as she chewed solemnly on the salad that was unwillingly ordered for her by her fiance because for some reason, he assumed that like all other women, she too would be 'modest' enough to pretend about her diet in front of a man, while he, on the other hand, cut his steak and put the pieces in to his mouth happily.