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Devil's Imposter Bride

Meet Amara, a beautiful girl with an ordinary status who is thrust into a life of uncertainty when her deceased parent's debts force her to marry an evil old man. Just when all hope seems lost, a mysterious man in a black cloak kidnaps her younger brother and gives her an ultimatum - complete specific tasks to save her brother's life. Prince Killian, the eldest prince of the Kingdom of Arathorn, harbors a dark secret - he is the devil, the terrifying creature of the night. As fate would have it, their paths cross, and the devil is instantly captured by her beauty and desires to have her as his bride. As Amara embarks on her journey to save her brother, she changes her identity with the princess and goes to the kingdom of Arathorn. There, she finds herself in the clutches of the devil prince. Despite the danger that danger that surrounds him, Amara is drawn to Killian and his enigmatic charm. As she struggles to fulfill the tasks set by the mysterious man, her heart is pulled in two directions. On one hand, she feels an undeniable attraction to the devil prince; on the other, she is determined to do whatever it takes to save her brother's life. Will Amara be able to save her brother's life and protect her secret? Or will she be discovered as the imposter princess? What will happen when her assigned tasks clash with her feelings for the devil prince, forcing her to choose between her love and her family?

Anna_k · Fantasy
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100 Chs

I am not his son

As I noticed the confusion in the devil's eyes, it dawned on me that he might have misinterpreted my words. Perhaps this was the spark for his anger and possessive reaction. With a soft sigh, I gently took his hand.

"Killian," I whispered, "I have no regrets about eloping with you. Yet, I can't stop pondering... what if we had approached the King, your father? Perhaps he would have understood and allowed us to be together."

A cold snort broke from the devil's lips. "The King would never consent to our union," he declared.

"Why not?" I inquired, my tone tinged with bewilderment. "The king is your father, after all?" 

The devil shook his head. "No, he's not. I am not his son."

Shock surged through me, and my hand instinctively flew over to my open mouth. "What are you saying? You're not the King's son?!" I gasped.