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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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I Need You To Stay in Wereal

"Lord Kleo found Lady Helena's mangled body," whispered Weggie, quivering, suddenly imagining that she had found the body of her father, who had died crushed by a tiger. "And even take her to a nearby settlement to be buried?"

Stefanus nodded at her words.

"Was Lord Kleo the one who said all that to you? Or did you hear about it from the rumors circulating in the community?" continued Weggie, shaking in panic and empathy.

She knows that someone's behavior must be motivated by a reason. Even a psychopath uses his mental disorder as an excuse to kill or torture someone. So she was sure Duke Kleo was keeping a big secret, a wound that was probably deeper than people thought.

Now she knew it, and she didn't think that the fact was like this, it was too sad like this.