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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 · 奇幻言情
分數不夠
400 Chs

Last night (Part I)

LAST NIGHT 

Sebastian was all alone in the castle's wine cellar when Alexander found him. He was slumped over and moping around with many bottles of wine already emptied and lying all around him. 

To put it nicely, he was not looking good. To put it bluntly, he was a mess. A complete mess. He had been drowning the past few days' sorrows and regrets in alcohol - ever since that night. 

He could still remember it so clearly. So vividly as though he had just experienced it only minutes before. The image of him choking Izabelle. The tears that rolled down uncontrollably from her eyes. Her, coughing for breath as she lay there crumpled on the ground. Every bruise and wound on her skin were still freshly imprinted in his mind. 

It was a new nightmare for him. One that was far worse than the previous others. He would have willingly endured any damages upon himself. But if it was her who suffers… it was impossible.