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A Slave To The Evil Count

There is a thin line between love and hate, who knew when it started to fade between us. Earl of Gravestone is the most dangerous man of the WhiteThrone Empire. Not because he is strong enough to kill them without thinking twice. But he deals in secrets. Secrets that could destroy the peace standing on the thin ice sheets over a flooding river. But he had not gotten all this wrapped up as a gift by his family. He had earned it. Earned to show that one woman that he was worth choosing. To show that he was strong and loved. and he definitely had forgotten her after she left him for another man. Except that… he did not. He was still clutched by her memories to the limit that it hurt him when he breathed. So what would happen if the newest secret he found was…. Her husband was a traitor. If he wants, he could break her life. But would he? The deepening shadow of the crimes he had committed and the darkness within him wanted to devour her. But a tiny part that still remembered her love wanted to save her at the same time. Who would win in the end?

Fallen_meteor · 奇幻言情
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A Dead Woman

"Tighter!" the maid frowned when Elara could not hold her breath for long. "You are a monique. You must have worn a corset for years now. Why are you behaving like an ameteur." Elara hid the curse in her eyes and held her breath. Finally the maid was able to bind the corset.

The maid had intentionally brought a size smaller for her. Elara could feel the corners of the corset peeling a layer of her skin. Her bones were hurting. 

The bronze dress had a small embroidery but it was a low cut dress with ample amount of her breasts popping out due to the tight corset.

Her hair was dyed black and tied in a tight but elegant bun with a single pearl pin in the middle.