Painter of the Night: The Runaway Agassi
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  • Reads 371,530
  • Votes 11,268
  • Parts 41
  • Time 6h 48m
Complete, First published Jul 26, 2020
Mature
Escaping her unfair fate to marry a nobleman who could passed to be her father, a young noblewoman finds a small village and she disguises herself as a commoner to start a new life and becoming a maid to an eccentric young nobleman named Yoon Seungho who was known in the village for being a notorious sodomizer.

A/N: Fanfic version of Painter of the Night manhwa.

Disclaimer: I do not officially owned Painter of the Night Manhwa...it is belong to the original author.

⚠️ Smut Warning ⚠️ 

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credit to twitter user @tusca_ilinca for creating a fan art of OC Ae Shin. Thank you so much 💖
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His Little Bird

24 parts Ongoing

Stepping out of the car, he takes large strides towards his mansion. He doesn't heed any attention to his men cowering in fear, he will deal with them later. Right now, his entire focus is on finding his little bird. Upon entering the grand hall, his eyes wander around relentlessly but find no traces of her. His muscles turn rigid before he sharply pivots and heads towards the garden at the back of the mansion. His eyes sweep across the garden before falling on her. There she was, nestled among the eye-catching flowers but his gaze was fixated on his pretty flower as she stood there in her yellow sunflower dress. Sensing his gaze, she looked up and a smile lit up her face when her pretty doe_like eyes met his gaze, as he gazed into those brown eyes with flecks of amber like rays of sunshine, time seemed to stand still. What he wouldn't give up to relive these moments endlessly_to see her smile at him with warmth and affection, to hold her in his arms and never let go. He wished he could confine her within these walls so she could not dare to even think about leaving him. But what a cruel irony it was that she wasn't his to look at, she wasn't his to hold and certainly she wasn't his to keep; she was the fucking wife of his brother. Too bad the devil within him believed otherwise.