𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦
  • LECTURAS 132
  • Votos 19
  • Partes 3
  • Hora 16m
  • LECTURAS 132
  • Votos 19
  • Partes 3
  • Hora 16m
Continúa, Has publicado jul 05
"You... were the one behind it all? How could you do this to me?"
"Darling, you don't understand how much it hurts to live in the darkness you created for me. You're all I have left. Isn't it fair that I want you for myself?"

Lost in a sea of lies and deceit he perceived in everyone, only one truth remained for him a horrifying reality as bitter as death. The death of his family, the death of his love, the shattering of his dreams - it was as if his entire life was built on a lie. In an instant, everything collapsed, plunging him into utter darkness. In this abyss, he even lost his sense of self, becoming a hollow shell clinging to life by a thread.

After the Great Cultivator's War ended, the Grandmaster of cultivation did not choose any disciple as his successor until the arrival of a young cultivator in his life revived memories and feelings for him that he had tried to hide forever in his heart years ago. Did they know each other in the past?


This is my debut novel in English! I hope you love it❤️

If you liked Mo Dao Zu Shi, Tian Guan Ci Fu (Heaven Official's Blessing), or The Husky and His White Cat Shizun, then you'll likely enjoyed this too:)
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This was my first time. I patiently waited for the man Dua Begum told me would be my first to bed with. After starting to bleed two years ago, my stepmother left me at a pleasure house when my father abandoned us. Since then, I've accepted the pleasure house as my new home. He walked in a black Kurta with subtle green eyes and a deep voice. The moment he asked my name and age and then proposed to me for the wedding, I fell in love. There was no denying it. I was just fifteen, and he was nineteen. But, ever since the night of our wedding, he has not come back to take me with him to his home. He left me alone, stranded, burning for him. I did not know who he was. What did he do? All I knew was that he was the soul of my World. My Jaan-e-Jahan. Seven years later, he came back as a storm in my life. As Sultan Rehman Sulaiman. The son of the man who took everything from my family, even before my birth. The reason I ended up in the Pleasure House in the first place. But my love for my husband, the Sultan, is bigger than the mountains, deeper than the oceans, and wider than the skies, even though he is himself a Mountain, impossible to move, an ocean, scaring people to stay away, and a wide sky, impossible to reach. Discipline is everything for him. He is full of love and respect for his family but equally heartless and dangerous toward those who cross him. And, in all of this, I entered his life as a burning flame, a tiny candle's flame, dancing for his attention, crying for his affection, and dying for his love. Until he killed my only loved one. My love died. And, his never bloomed. I was once a bud, unbloomed Rose, who opened my deep red petals for him, and he turned them black, leaving me forgotten inside the dying pages. Was I always forgotten for him? Did he never consider me anything more than a mere responsibility? Will I always be remembered as Bride of Sultan ~ The Forgotten Rose? Mature Content!!! @Copyright 2025