"B…b…but you have a fiancée," she whispered, trembling as her back pressed against the cold stone wall, her voice barely stronger than the storm outside.
He stood before her tall, cloaked in shadows and fury, his crimson eyes locked on her like a curse.
"Then I'll marry you instead," he replied coldly, voice like steel. "Any man who touches you dies."
This wasn't the obsession she wished for. And now she must face a terrifying question, if she dies in this story… will she wake up in her world, like how the heroines and heros did after transmigrating to another world in the stories she read, but she was in a story, maybe that could work.
So the question haunted her now, clawing at the back of her mind, "If I die in this story… will I wake up, too? In my modern world? Or was this truly the end?"
He stepped closer. She could smell blood on him, not his. His jaw clenched as he spoke again, voice cold and cruel.
"You'll never leave. Not even in death. Your life belongs to me now. I will burn the world before I let you go."
"I'm just a slave," she said quietly. "Nothing more. I'm not yours. Not anyone's."
His eyes darkened, and yet… he didn't touch her.
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Thank you for diving into this story set in the Regency Era, expect elegance, drama, hidden desires, and of course the obsessed villain who was supposed to be the side character of the story. This is a slow burn romance.
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