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Rosie's Games

Romance Carnival 1st Prize. BEWARE THE FURY OF A PATIENT WOMAN. Rosalind Lux died after learning of her husband and sister’s betrayal. And just as she thought she finally found peace, she woke up forty years before her death. With memories from her past life intact, Rosalind vowed revenge. Her plans quickly brought her into the arms of a Duke whose enticing gaze contained mysteries that threatened not just her plans but her heart and body. …. BEWARE THE LOVE OF A CURSED MAN. Punished by the Goddess for his greed, Lucas Benjamen Rothley had been guarding the North for as long as he could remember. For hundreds of years, no woman has ever stirred his heart. That was until the fearsome Rosalind Lux stumbled into his life. Soon, he realized Rosalind wasn’t quite the damsel that she liked everyone to believe. She is hiding a secret so dark it could either end his curse or throw his life amiss. Tags: Revenge, Strong female lead, no rape or abuse, slow-burn romance. Other novels: The Lycan's Sin: COMPLETED Cover is mine. Instagram: @b.mitchylle Discord: MitchyMitch#3750

B_Mitchylle · 奇幻言情
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565 Chs

Map of the Ruins

"The existence of spatial bags can change lives." Rosalind could not help but praise Mr. Pratt for his wisdom. He knew that she was traveling, so he especially had someone create a spatial bag for her that would be large enough for her gold and the previous things that she bought in the past.

What made her even more excited was the fact that the spatial bag could now store a bed— a full-size bed! Although she had no intentions of storing one right now, it's not like one really knows what was going to happen in the future. For now, she stocked up on food that had been preserved and seeds.

Sadly, her spatial bag could not store desserts that needed to be eaten as soon as possible.

Still, she chose to stock up on food-preserved sweets instead.

"You are praising me too much, Miss Lin. If anything, we should be the ones praising you for what you did. Moreover, you only accepted two crates of gold when we gave you three. I do not—"