aerie
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12
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4.7 M
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“Drink while you listen. These are the divorce papers. It would be best if you signed them." The man’s words from the dream echoed in Anais’s ears. There he stood—her future husband, the man who would one day kill her—mere steps away. Like death itself came to greet her, he stood there with dark hair and dressed in a black uniform, his eyes blood-red. "...." Anais instinctively flinched and took a step back. But the man began to stride toward her, as though he…- 190.1 K • Ongoing
- Anais now understood what the Emperor sought through this marriage: a hostage to stifle the kingdom’s rising influence. The kingdom had grown formidable, forging alliances with neighboring nations, and it had become a threat the empire could no longer ignore. Now, she and the Grand Duke were mere pawns trapped in the crossfire of their rivalry. Understanding the situation, Anais finally spoke the words she needed to say. “I… I’m nothing to the kingdom.” It was a painful admission, but it…
- 190.1 K • Ongoing
- “Good. That’s how you should respond.” Nectar snapped coldly. “Since he’s a wealthy man, this marriage will benefit us as well.” “....” But as it always had been, the 'us' he spoke of didn’t include her. Bitterly aware of this truth, Anais could only cast her shrinking gaze downward. ︵‿୨ ₊‧꒰ა ཐི༏ཋྀ ໒꒱ ˚₊ ୧‿︵ “Ahem. Th-thank you for coming all this way. Well then, please enjoy yourself.” Contrary to what had been…
- 190.1 K • Ongoing
- Clink. On the quiet table, a teacup sat, filled with clear tea. "Drink this while you listen." The man, his voice cold and detached, placed a square envelope beside the teacup as he spoke. "These are the divorce papers. It would be best if you signed them." His tone was dry and curt as if everything had already been decided long ago. Anais, at a loss for words, stared blankly at the teacup, her eyes clouded with confusion. Whoosh— The violent blizzard that had battered against the…
- 190.1 K • Ongoing
- So much for being the “royal family’s loyal hound.” Contrary to his reputation, Maxim was downright insolent. He was more like a rabid beast than a hunting dog. It was like trying to fix one problem but ending up with another. Now all the blame was on Daisy. The look in the former Grand Duchess’s eyes only served to make her feel more drained. She didn’t want to escalate things any further. With a soft sigh, Daisy relented. “Um, Max. It really isn’t that serious. If I rest for a…
- 415.4 K • Ongoing
- ‘Oh, I’m saved! Now I can finally enjoy my meal. While that bastard’s gone, I’ll sleep as much as I want and start working on a proper plan.’ Daisy forced the corners of her mouth to stop twitching and began eating in earnest. Maxim finally smiled in relief when he saw her eating properly. “You’re leaving right after breakfast, correct? His Majesty will be waiting, so you must hurry.” “Yes.” “Honestly, you. Why didn't you head straight to the capital instead of stopping…
- 415.4 K • Ongoing
- Her prayers usually ended with her gazing at the portrait of her husband, Maxim von Waldeck, and praying for his safe journey to heaven… “…” But was there any point in looking at the portrait when the man himself was sitting beside her, watching her intently? Instead of reaching for the framed portrait, Daisy stole a glance at his face. Their eyes met, and the dangerously charming man who belonged in hell, not heaven, flashed her a mischievous smile. ‘And finally… grant me the…
- 415.4 K • Ongoing
- Just looking at him was incredibly dangerous. Daisy adjusted her grip on the revolver and stammered, “Y-you said we wouldn’t have sex.” “We won’t. I promised, didn’t I?” “Then why are you naked?” “Oh, this?” When Daisy questioned him further, Maxim gave her an awkward smile. “I usually sleep without clothes. It’s a habit, you could say.” “You sleep naked?” “Yes. Clothes feel too restrictive.” So you’re telling me, he’s completely naked…
- 415.4 K • Ongoing
- This pervert had said he found defiance especially arousing, so resisting would only excite him more. But how was she supposed to stop him without resisting? As Daisy racked her brain for a solution, feeling cornered, a dry chuckle escaped Maxim, his warm breath fanning across her cheeks. "First the cigar, then me…" At the same time, the object Daisy had been hiding behind her back was suddenly in his hand. "And now a revolver, too." It was the gun. Maxim’s gaze turned cold as he…
- 415.4 K • Ongoing
- “I-it’s just been a while since I last smoked! I’m usually really good at it.” Daisy blurted out an excuse that no one asked for. Even she realized how foolish she sounded, and it was mortifying. Maxim, however, seemed unfazed. He leaned back on the sofa, elbow propped on the armrest and chin resting in his palm, watching her with a faint, amused smile. What was she supposed to do now? Her face felt like it might explode from the humiliation. The silence between them dragged on, growing…
- 415.4 K • Ongoing
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