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Second Chance Revenge: Win The Devil's Heart

"I came to reclaim this," she said as she pointed to his heart. "It has been a while, have you forgotten me, Orig? Or let me say, my husband, Governor Orig," She whispered as she placed her hand on his chest. Her breath was close to his lips, as if challenging him to resist the urge to throw her onto the bed and teach her a lesson until sunrise. Her hips swayed as she got closer to him, and he couldn't take his eyes off her. Her presence was powerful. He pulled her until she was pressed against his chest. Her fingers finally managed to touch him, and she felt the heat of his body. 'Damn it, are you joking? Your image is still engraved in my mind and heart for those four years, seven months, and five days and...' When he didn’t respond to her words, she decided to speak with her lips, for a few moments. Everyone watched in silence, even he was surprised by her boldness. "No, my dear Taya, it is you who will regret this." Can Taya win back her husband? Will he free himself from the control of his stepmother, confess his feelings for his wife, and correct the mistakes of his past? Read on to discover the secrets between the flames of their love...

ovinia_seh · 现代言情
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161 Chs

Chapter 45

"Orig, watch out!" 

Taya pushed him and stood in front of him, feeling a rush of her own blood on her hands. Doran had stabbed Taya in the stomach. 

Where were the guards and Orig's knights? Why hadn't they stopped this madwoman? Taya collapsed into Orig's arms as several spears pierced Doran's chest, blood splattering over Orig and Taya. 

"Taya!" Orig screamed at the top of his lungs. His heart stopped for a few seconds. He could hear his own breaths in his mind, as if amplified by a high-quality speaker. 

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"I'm sorry for what happened to you, Doran, but you will be arrested if it's discovered that the prince's death wasn't caused by Orig. I only did this because I hate being used. I incited you to seek revenge for the death of Crown Prince Mathion."

Miraal uttered these words as she gazed at the sight of Orig holding his wife, who was drenched in her own blood, looking incredibly frail.