Silent Inferno
- LECTURES 316
- Votes 7
- Chapitres 20
Contenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture2 h 50 min
Dernière publication jeu., oct. 23, 2025
Every year the Asterian nobles choose 32 girls, eight from each class, for the Prince to consider to make his wife. With threats from warring Kingdoms, he decides to make this year's Chosen compete for his attention. The competition is to be broadcasted across the kingdom, and everyone became too enthralled with the new touch to an ancient tradition to realize the dangers lying in the political realm.
Mariella came from a poor, lower class family. She had no knowledge of proper etiquette; she didn't even know people used different forks for different parts of their meals. Life of nobility had never interested her, so when she found herself on the list of chosen women from the lower class, she vowed to herself that she would leave as soon as she could. Mariella knew she couldn't stay even if she wanted to. Being in the spotlight was too dangerous for her. The world can never know her secret, for she believed she would be hunted and killed. A life of poverty was better than no life at all. Mariella is an inferno in every sense, a fiery woman with a fiery gift. It wasn't until she reached the castle that she realized she might not be the only one.
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