Rise of Leviathan

Rise of Leviathan

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Caroline Duplante grew up a prisoner in her own home. She lost her mother and had no answers to any questions she asked of her. Her father threw her aside until he couldn't hide her any longer. No amount of servants or guests or finer things in life satisfied her. The only satisfaction she had was the times she had to herself when she could feel the ocean breeze and smell the salt that was within it. The ocean called to her like it was her own blood. And in some ways, it was.
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He grew up in warmth-the scent of fresh bread, the rhythm of kneading dough, the simplicity of life in his father's bakery in France. His parents divorced when he was young, but he stayed, drawn to the quiet artistry of baking. He had no desire for power, only the satisfaction of creating something beautiful. She was raised in a world of crime. Her father, a feared and powerful man, taught her that weakness was fatal. She spent her life by his side, learning to lead with intelligence and ruthlessness. She was not just his daughter-she was his heir. Their marriage was a deal. Her father arranged it to secure an alliance, choosing him precisely because he was neutral, harmless. He wanted no part of their world, and she had no interest in his. They were opposites-fire and flour, control and creation. Yet, over time, she saw his devotion to his craft, his ability to create beauty in a world she had only ruled with force. He saw the weight of expectation she carried. She didn't need saving. He didn't want power. But in a world built on blood, she was the queen-and he became the only man unafraid of her crown.

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