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A Slave To The Evil Count

The story had gore, twisted relationships and dark thoughts. It is not suitable for kids. And instead of romance, more twisted desires and revenge had filled the book. You have been warned. 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 · Fantasy
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63 Chs

What Is The Goal?

"Has she ever been beaten?" Polly flinched at the coldness of his voice. She had been kept in an adjoining room of Elara. Her hands tied and her legs too.

She was not starved or kept thirsty but she could not leave this room. So far she had not been questioned. Just controlled.

But she was not expecting this to be her first question.

"Did you not hear me or you are playing dead?" he frowned as he came closer. She could see darkness looming over his head, promising to hurt anyone who came in the midway.

"I asked.." his hands came to her neck and held it tightly. So strongly that she could not breathe. But that was not enough. He pulled her up from the ground and handed in midair. 

"I asked if she was beaten by her husband?" he roared, her body forgetting the struggle looking at the hatred in his eyes. It scared her to the core. "Or you were part of it. Is that why you could not reply?" Polly coughed badly but that was not enough to get his pity.