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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.~

sonamakoi_20 · 历史言情
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•••5. Thê Gûêsts•••

Mary and the other maids worked busily on Isleen to get her dolled up for the respectable guests who will be visiting. They fussed around her with a fidgeting Isleen, who was quite uncomfortable with all these attentive ones. Unlike any other noble lady, Isleen didn't like to put on makeup much; she likes to keep it simple, much to the disappointment of her mother. 

She kept on looking at the blue sky that peeped from behind the flowing curtains. None but Mary knew what her mistress was thinking. When her mistress would get tired of the false world of the nobles, she'd sneak out of the mansion unnoticed and come back in the same manner. It is her mistress' habit and she have been doing this ever since Mary gained the latter's trust.