adminj Chapter 18 Deborah yanked her hand back immediately. She didn’t dare touch the curtain again. She shot Damian a sharp glare–furious, but not bold enough to say a word. If she’d known things would end up like this, she never would’ve bandaged his wounds last night. She thought, ‘Let him bleed out for all I … Read more
Chapter 17 After paying her respects to the Queen Mother, Deborah turned eagerly to the man in white. “Simon!” But the moment he turned around, her heart dropped. He was wearing white–the color Simon always favored. But there was no beauty mark at the corner of his It wasn’t Simon. It was Damian. Deborah froze, … Read more
No Ads Chapter 16 Deborah suddenly remembered–that night, their wedding night. The wild, frenzied chaos of it. The man had been behind her, turning her face to his for a deep, forceful kiss. She’d tried to see him–just once–but he wouldn’t allow it. Every time she turned her head, he’d overwhelm her with frightening strength, … Read more
Chapter 15 Eventually, Damian turned his back–though clearly, he was still brooding, But Deborah suddenly realized something surprising: for someone with such a ruthless reputation, the cold and unfeeling Damian wasn’t completely devoid of humanity. He even picked up her scattered clothes from the floor and silently placed them back on the bed for her. … Read more
Chapter 14 Damian had just barely regained control–only for it to nearly snap again the moment she covering her. e softly called his name. Especially now, with nothing +15 When the blanket slipped from her shoulders, her bare skin–smooth, soft, impossibly delicate was fully exposed under his gaze. He shut his eyes tightly, his hand … Read more
Chapter 13 Deborah’s sudden response sent Damian over the edge. Whatever rational thought he had left was completely drowned out by the drug’s effect. In one fierce motion, he tore open her robe. Her smooth, pale shoulders were instantly exposed to his heated gaze. His hand–rough and calloused from years on the battlefield–slipped inside he … Read more
between them as possible. She retreated to the farthest corner, practically hugging the wall. Damian gave her a cold, sideways glance. “Did you really think I was actually interested in you?” “Of course not,” Deborah replied quickly. “Naturally, Your Highness wouldn’t be. I wasn’t thinking anything like that–you’re overthinking it.” She forced a weak smile, … Read more
She hadn’t expected it. For all his arrogance and pride, Damian was acting like… a petty child. “It was my fault,” she said quickly. “You did it to protect me. I was too softhearted. I should’ve known better.” He snorted. “You think I was thinking about you?” 14 Deborah stepped closer, eyebrow pencil in hand, … Read more
He’d lifted her skirt. His scorching–hot hand slid down her spine, gripping her firmly from behind. “No-” Deborah’s heart dropped. ‘What kind of man have I gotten myself tangled up with? This is the palace–someone can come by at any moment. And yet he dares. “Your Highness, stop–let me go-!” Then, out of nowhere–a sharp … Read more
Chapter 9 “I have no interest in you, Your Highness!” Deborah said. Deborah struggled, only to realize she was completely trapped–pinned between Damian’s body and the cold, jagged edge of the rock formation behind her. His tall frame loomed over hers, his weight nearly pressing into her. They were far too close–this had crossed every … Read more