Poison In The Heart
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Last published вск, июл. 16, 2023
Briar didn't have a choice, she had to do what the emperor asked to gain the freedom and the love she wanted from her father that she wished for years. So she did as she was told and made the poison.
She didn't care about the consequences... until... she met ✨them✨
Dakota the newly crowned emperor of Tenebrous Empire had a cold heart, despite cold the only people he cared about was his sisters, his mother, his best friends and a few staff at his Palace. Even though he never expresses it much he does care deep down.
Will Briar poison the person she was told to?
Who was she supposed to poison?
Will fate bring them together?
Find out by reading ' Poison in the heart '
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