Married To A Cruel Billionaire

New story!!!

Okay, I wrote a new story. It is not exactly what I promised, but it's still a book. This is a story that has been germinating in my mind, for the past two months and I am still collecting ideas on the second one, which I promised.

I can already tell it would be another romance one so if you want to read it, get me 10000 reads on this story. It is not blackmail but a way of encouraging me.

For the time being, I'll leave you with the intro and the prologue of my new story Royalty love down here so you'll see if you wanna read it. Thanks for reading this far.

Love y'all❤️💗💕✨

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The night was dark and moonless, the total absence of stars cast a gloomy atmosphere over the eerie forest of Haventhorn.

A forest known for its high death rate. A forest who was once a battlefield on which many people died. The trees roots are said to emerge from the corpse of those who had met a sad fate, and was said to be cursed and people, humans and vampires alike stayed away from it.

Still there were some courageous, or foolish enough to venture in it, never coming back or if they did, were too senile and eventually took their own lives.

Dead leaves swished under the steps of a man, as stealthy as death, who has been roaming in these woods for a long time, but, was he even a man?

He stopped a foot away from a young man, lanky and thin, his wounds made with silver seeing the rot around them despite he was breathing.

Difficultly, yet breathing.

"Poor thing. Should I end your misery?" His dark voice echoed in the emptiness and would have scared any normal being.

"Go away! I will get alive of this place and my father. He is so ashamed of whoring around and having me that he sent me here to my death." The young man said and fixed his glare at the stranger, surprising the latter.

This child was an error. A mistake amongst the vampires realm. A half-breed. And yet he looked at him like he was going to kill him. Too bad that will power was not sufficient to heal a wound made with silver.

"Well, I can help you"

"I don't need your help"

"Don't be delusional lad. You are going to die soon. You have way too many wounds to allow your slow healing to get the job done. You are going to die if I don't help you"

"I- What do you want in exchange?"

"Oh, nothing big. Just help me find something very precious to me"