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Thê Ûntîtlêd

Just...what exactly are you doing?!" "Being greedy...what else?" She gasped as he pulled her in his arms, encircling his muscular black shirt covered ones around her slim waist. Her eyes widened even more when she felt all his pectorals and muscles underneath his shirt through her flimsy nightgown. Her lips trembled when she felt him tilt her chin. "B-but I'm your brother's fiance..." His luscious lips stopped halfway at this. "Then I hope he won't mind if I steal away his unattended, unhappy fiance forever..." Isleen Liberine, the only daughter of Duke Frederick was sent to her in-laws house before her marriage, just like any other daughter of a noble. But here's the twist....Isleen is NOT like the other daughters of nobles. So when her family successfully persuades her to get married to the proud Count of Heathanne's son, Daniel...she immediately retaliates, only to be subdued with a heavy hand. But what our wild Isleen didn't expect to discover was something that'd turn her life in a three sixty degree manner...or maybe finally allow her to spread her wings of freedom? . . . . . Abused, bruised and beaten...the only things which 'the untitled' Rhysand knew was pain. So when a warm ray of sunshine penetrates his cold world, he's desperate to grasp it no matter the consequence. But what he doesn't expect is that sunshine to be none other than his brother's fiance!?.. . . . ~Thê Untîtlêd is a story of a whirlwind forbidden romance and the desperate attempts to live your dreams.~

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•••18. Thê Bânqûêt part 1•••

A sigh escaped from her bloody red lips. Her heavily make up laden face frowned and her mind regretted for the nth time of coming to the royal banquet. Although she came to the balcony for some fresh air, her body won't stop shaking and her heart won't calm down due to the scene she had just witnessed.

Isleen was seriously choked when the maids upon the Countess' order tightened the corset strings that were beyond Isleen's endurance around her waist. She held onto the wooden decoration of her bed as she bent forward to allow the maids do their job. Even Lana winced at her mistress' misery; those rude strings would surely leave marks on her skin the next day.