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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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Duke Kleo immediately dashed towards Lyra, as if breaking his resolve.  Wasn't he adamant that he wouldn't care about her anymore?  However, when he heard a scream from inside her room, his reflexes couldn't lie to himself.

  His strong hands pushed open her bedroom door as if going to break it down and shatter it into tiny pieces.  His gaze that had turned violent as usual was even more severe, making the maids in the corner of the room even more frightened.

  "Why did you guys just stand by and not save her?"  he asked, roaring like a hungry wild wolf.  Both hands had lifted Lyra's body, which lay on the damp room floor in a strange position, legs bent unnaturally as if broken bones.

  His breath hunting with heavy footsteps managed to lay her on the warm and soft bed.  "Call the royal healer now!"  he ordered without turning his head in the slightest.