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Become The Duke's Wife Or Die

Waking up to find a naked man sleeping beside her is a common thing. Life is an adventure, as well as an area for fun, so she will make the most effort in it. But what would happen if a morning she found Duke Kleochard, the most ruthless duke who liked to execute people, sleeping beside her? “Holy crab, did I just spend the first night with Duke Kleo?” she, Lyra, said nervous and scared. “Didn't he just execute a maid of his palace for accidentally touching his body in a fall? Then what will he do to me if he wakes up and finds me sleeping beside him? No! I have to run!” But before her feet could reach on the floor, a hand grabbed her slender arm, followed by a heavy, pagan alto. "Where are you going, Miss?" It's Duke Kleo. “You have to take responsibility after taking my first night.” "Don't kill me! Don't kill me, My Lord!" she pleaded. "I still want to live." "I will not kill you as long as you want to be my wife. But if you refuse it then you must die." "No!" Shook her head quickly. “I cannot be your wife, My Lord. I don't want to get married. I beg for your forgiveness.” "Then do you want to die?" he asked, giving her a cold, hideous look. This is a story about a girl who loves having one night with many men, with a man who doesn't even have a single woman in his life. How will their story end? ***

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A Friend You Can Trust

All plans have been ruined.  Duke Kleo failed to maintain his intention of not paying attention to Lyra anymore.  His tenacity was commendable these days, even being able to fool nearly every maid in Wereal, into thinking he had completely forgotten about Lyra and taken her as a prisoner completely.

  But the deception is not only about other people, but also about himself.  No matter how hard he was absent and denied Lyra's presence, in the end he was still defeated.

  There is a thirst that torments him in his body, which struggles, at the same time it will rage if he persists in maintaining his ego.  Even a voice resounded in his ears, which probably came from his determination.  "Stupid!  You always wanted her!  Don't ever act silly to torture yourself."

  That's why he seemed confused that day, pacing around when a lot of his work was still unfinished.  The parchments were strewn across his desk, in the late afternoon sun, turning them golden.