Two men. One heart. Who will she choose? 🗡️ *** When bounty hunters come knocking on her door in a rural Scottish town, Ophelia pretends to be the Crown Prince's missing bride in an attempt to assassinate him. But when she finds both of her fated mates in the home of her enemy, she becomes inextricably stuck between a cruel prince's sparkly rock and his even harder bodyguard, falling desperately and dangerously in love with two men who don't even know her real name... Can Ophelia find a way to make it work and lead her banished people home? Or will the weight of the crown and her countless lies be everyone's undoing? Disclaimer: this story has explicit sexual themes and content, including [bxg] and [bxbxg]. Reader discretion is advised.

English web novel - female lead. Ongoing and completed. I do not own this story, just for reading

DISCLAIMER: Neither the picture nor the content belong to me. This novel are uploaded here, for entertainment only and for those people who love's reading any kind of C-Novels. AGAIN THIS IS NOT MY STORY. I did not write nor translate this story, all credit to the author and translator. ___________________ She was disfigured and her mother died an innocent death. A cup of poison wine was not enough to kill her and she had to die by plunging into burning flames! Before entering her next lifetime, she vowed to change history and get her revenge! When she opened her eyes again, she was 13 again. Her mother had just passed and her father had yet remarried. To prevent history from repeating itself, she took careful steps. However, she ended up discovering a 30-year-old mystery case that had been hidden all these while. She had been reborn as a beauty and was not going to give up on herself. She was going to live out her best life with her alluring charms! ____________________ FOR OFFLINE READING PURPOSE ONLY!

**COMPLETED AND UNDERGOING EDITING** Note: The title's not a typo. His fingers traced up my arms as I steadily backed away, stopping only when I felt the wall. His feather light touch sent satisfying shudders down my spine. He leaned in and kissed my collarbone and slowly moved up, leaving a trail of kisses behind. I hissed and reached up to stop him. "Ash!" I chastised. He looked into my eyes with his own, the blue in his glazed over with desire, "Hm?" "We can't. Not now." He let out a low whimper, "Then when?" He'd never been so persistent before. It was the wine. What if your kingdom was on the verge of destruction, and the only thing that you could do to stop it is marry an intolerant, rudimentary, blue-blooded man who you detested since birth? The king of Sedalia has passed away, bringing two kingdoms on the verge of war. Evelyn must marry Prince Ashton in order for him to take over the kingdom as the rightful heir. How will this arrangement work out, if at all? Will Evelyn succeed with all the duties of being Queen, nonetheless being the wife of a highnASS?