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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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He Found Us

Lyra couldn't sleep at all that night, filled with bothersome thoughts.  Everything about her engagement to Duke Kleo, which would be held in a month.  It's too soon, locking her in a new prison, though not a prison for the dead.

  'Even today he's starting to be mean to me,' she thought.  'I don't know if I should be happy or not.  I want to make him sick of me so that he soon lets me go.  But it turns out he ensnared me to make me suffer.'

  It was late, the moon did not appear that night, making the atmosphere seem pitch black.  Candles shimmered in the corners of the room, illuminating Lyra's figure lying on the bed.

  Her mind sank, thinking of various options for escape, again.  But she was too tired for that, exhausted to try and then fail.  Even though she had only tried to run away once, it felt like she had done so many times.