[ WARNING: Mature Content ] [Completed] In a household where the only holding genuine bloodline is her, Ewelina Orteu is betrayed and sold to the sole Archduke of the Zaarmideos Kingdom, whose nature is of treacherous essence such as the domain he rules over. Wedded to an unknown groom, she is now sent to his residency where sights she never fathomed to witness await her. As well as the fated encounter with him who is Ewelina's spouse and owner. Foreordained, the couple's first meeting threatens their present... Concealing a truth she is yet to unveil... Along with the beginning of the souls Luring Nights. || Extract || Gasping sounds along with a woman's soft melted voice could be heard in the dark chamber. Solely illuminated by the clear moon that slid rudely into the wedded's privacy, two silhouettes emerged from the sheets as the light fall of raindrops gifted nature's melody to their night... As well as the freshness their heated figures continued to need, even in the midst of such weather. "a..ahn...!... huff... Husb– ha...!" - The woman continued to puff in a weak voice. _________________________ This is my second book. As it is, this novel differs from my first one of course. You will notice on its tone. Yet, I hope you will like it as much. The first eleven chapters are so you get how Ewelina ended up in her situation ^^. This story fully starts after said chapter. Be expectant for the following chapters. Happy reading. Do leave a review. _________________________ Tags: #R18 #Reincarnation #Historical #Fantasy #Drama #Romance #Smut Read my first book!: • You Think I Won't Talk? This is an original Story ^^ Author: XimenoideX
"You are to leave this place at this very moment."
The Baron spouted in disinterest.
"... Pardon?... Leave...? Your Lordship??"
Ewelina questioned, baffled at the sudden order her stepfather welcomed her with at her true Father's bureau.
"... As I said. You are to leave immediately from this manor. A carriage has been arranged, it's already outside waiting for you."
"I do not–... Your Lordship, may you explain what this is about? Have I behaved improperly? I–I am... Where am I to go in that carriage???"
Tremorous to the news, the confused woman insisted to the indifferent man behind the desk who, displeased by her quivering inquiry, glared at her afraid figure that he had witnessed till sickness.
"Haaah... A hindrance until the end you are..." - Sighing to himself, he scowled annoyed at her very presence and mumbled in spite.
"..."
"You are leaving to do your duty! Leaving to your Spouse's Lands!... He demanded for you to be sent shortly to his fief... for a female is to be by her male's side."
"... Spouse...?" - Shocked, she repeated, pale in blue. - "... However, father– ah!!"
Bang!... Thud, thud...
"Tsk. Don't use that word! How many times do I have to strike you so you understand, Ewelina?! Lord! Refer to me as your Lord, disgusting waste!!"
The ink bottle reached her forehead, staining her curly yet light brown copper hair, as well as her already dirtied countenance along the clothes with the dark drops of the thick liquid that escaped in the blow.
"!!... I–..... I beg your pardon... Your Lordship..." - The almost unheard tremor of her voice answered nervously. Biting her lip. Clenching her wrist in fear and restrained pain after receiving the strike without daring to avoid it.
Regardless... the young woman braced herself to continue within tremor.
"... However... Y–Your Lordship... I– I have not.. I have not been wedded to anyone... Nei–neither was I informed of a proposal..."
"Why would you need to be informed of such things? You simply have to do as you are told!"
"!..."
"Hmph... At the very least, with this marriage, you have been useful to our House's finances. You are allowed to feel happy about that. Hah."
'No...How can this be?... The Barony has sold me to an unknown noble for wealth... what–... what am I to become... Mother...'
Helpless before her fate, Ewelina painfully shut her lids to an unavoidable future as she realised her present... Embarrassed to be facing such a destiny, and have to abide by it at her stepfather's orders.
"M–May I ask... Who my partner is?"
"The Archduke."
"?!?! M–Myr–" - Feeling faint, the woman stuttered after hearing the man's Title.
"Archduke Myrkzver. Which else if not him?" - The distasteful in-law smirked at her grief. - "Since no other Family had an inkling to give their daughters to that man, I figured since it's you... I could gain a lot from this deal, you see?"
"....."
Observing her shocked stance a few steps before him, the man scoffed at her pathetic appearance.
Old scourers as clothes were all she possessed. Pitiful and displeasing to his eyes, the child he accepted to keep after her mother died out of public pretence, disgusted the man with no mercy for her future.
"If you are done asking insignificant details, get out... Take one of Dina's old dresses to wear. You have to look slightly decent at the very least once you arrive at that ogre's cave... Oh! Tell that maid friend of yours to take care of whatever you leave behind. I don't want your dirt to remain here... Although... Hah. Is there anything besides those rags you own, Ewelina?"
Contempt eyes and humiliating words were poured at her naturally.
The entertained man, whose vicious expression was well too known by the abandoned woman, caused her goosebumps along the hurtful emergence of tears that grabbed desperately onto her lids... Desperate not to fall since the man would only become more difficult for her to endure.
Silently, she stood there. Shivering. Feeling a stuffing void of helpless misery in her frail chest again.
A sensation she grew accustomed to enduring through the years without her bearer parent.
Nonetheless, all she knew was those limited lands her ancestors had lived in.
The old and modest castle she once ran through happily, was later to become the only place she could stay at as she had little to nothing besides it as the child of the woman she was born from.
In lands she would never survive without such a shelter when young and alone; as she was left once the rightful Baroness, her Mother, had met her demise. A mere ceiling to protect her under the vast unpredictable sky, her warm home... had become no more than a cold hideout from an unknown world.
No option but to endure a lower treatment in her own Lands... The young Ewelina had accepted, grown accustomed and resigned herself to the life the family left in her charge gave her.
"... Why are you standing there? Leave. Nothing is left for you here."
'...but... Dina... She said that man is a sure death for the woman to be wedded to him... I have heard her and the other refined Ladies pray not to encounter the man...'
The young woman contemplated as she shrank in her shoulders. Afraid for she still learned the hearsay from the step-sibling she came to have and from her stepfather's wife who enjoyed what should have been rightfully hers.
"....."
Ewelina was unwilling.
A woman who was deprived of learning what she had to... That only knew the tricks to lead the mischievous mice out of the kitchens and serve their family like any disposable servant to keep a roof over her head and survive in the difficult world she lived in...
How was she to survive a dangerous man, who she has never met, who she did not know how to serve and did not know how to properly manage the responsibilities to fall on her as his Spouse?
'... What if he kills me...?'
Her expression scowled in grief, standing still even after the Baron had demanded her dismissal.
"Ewelina."
"!!"
The strong grip on her chin by the old rusty hand decorated by her real Father's ring, hurt her skin as it took hold of her.
Shut eyes of the woman desperately opened at his grasp, terrified. For she found the chilling gaze he portrayed when enraged.
"Y–Your Lordship..."
The uneven white was appalling in those fading pupils that ever so intensely watched her with revulsion.
"... Are you deaf?... Has your stupidity robbed you of understanding words?"
"...!... No.. I–..."
"... Maybe you need a last warning? Just like your mother. You only understand once I make you do so, huh?"
"Ah!!" - Thrown to the hard ground, she regretted her wish to change his mind. - "No...! I– I understand... Please–!?!!! kugh! Cough!! wugh!!"
"... Fortunately... By the time you arrive there no trace should remain... 'Daughter'..."
"Carroll Brown is dead! But you have to marry him in your sister's name." My mother said to me in a cold tone. My sister was engaged to the hottest billionaire. It should have been a perfect marriage. Unexpectedly, Carroll was dead in an accident. My sister didn't want to become a widow, so she forced me to marry her dead fiance. And I had no right to refuse her. Actually, I was the biological daughter of the Smith family. My sister was an adoptive one. My sister and I had been swapped at the hospital when we were just born. My parents had already had a deep relationship with her. So they chose to sacrifice me. On the wedding day, I was taken to the mourning hall. "Ma'am, please keep Master company and let him feel warm." The housekeeper said with a cold expression. I couldn't help but look up at the portrait above the coffin, and my heart skipped a beat at this glance. The man in the portrait was more handsome than the superstars in Hollywood. Carroll Brown? My dead husband? Wow, he was really handsome! I didn't know how long had passed when my stomach began to rebel. After one glance at the coffin, I swallowed my saliva and then begged with my fingers crossed. "Mr. Carroll, I'm starving! May I eat your pastries? You don't mind, do you?" "I do." "Ah!" Scared, I broke out in a cold sweat. My legs went limp, and I fell to the ground. I shouted, "Ghost!" Carroll curled his lips, leaned over, and touched the black coffin. "Mr. Carroll has risen from the dead. What do you think of this headline tomorrow?"
After five years of marriage, my husband is always absent on my birthday. No gifts, no blessings. He said, "I've given you the money, buy whatever you want." But he started preparing for Fiona's birthday half a month in advance. He said, "She's different, she only has me." As the sole survivor of a unexpected fire, he has been heartbroken for over a decade. Watching Fiona in Moments holding a cake and kissing his face. I slowly commented. 【Just this useless person, I'm giving him to you.】
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
Daisy is the illegitimate daughter of Mr. Hubert. His company went bankrupt, so he asked for help from Drkov's house. They agreed to help Mr. Hubert but with one condition. One of his two daughters must marry their nephew - Atlas Drkov. Atlas Drkov is a billionaire but he is disabled and uses a wheelchair. Yaretzi - daughter of Mr. Hubert's official wife - does not accept marrying a disabled man. She and her parents made a plan. They kidnapped Daisy's mother, threatened her, and forced her to marry Atlas. To save her mother, she accepted. However, after getting married, she fell in love with this man, and so did he. Difficulties start from here.
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.