Arranged to Marry

Arranged to Marry

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Katherine Bulemore, a noble by birth but treated as little more than a servant by her cruel family, spent her days cleaning grand halls and fetching wine for those who scorned her. Despite her lineage, she was forbidden from enjoying the luxuries her siblings took for granted, her fiery red hair and striking blue eyes a stark contrast to the dim corners where she toiled. One fateful evening, she was summoned to her father's study-a place she rarely entered except to face scorn. To her shock, he informed her she was to wed a stranger, a man whose face was concealed behind a mysterious mask. That man, she learned, was none other than William Vangeance, the enigmatic and powerful captain of the Golden Dawn, whose reputation alone stirred whispers of awe and fear throughout the land.
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Velmirra. A city of mist and marble, uncharted and unreachable unless it wants you. A place where the elite trade secrets behind silk masks and pleasure is just another weapon in the war for control. Beneath its opulent façade lies a heartbeat of ancient magic and whispered curses, pulsing through every stone, every shadow. She is elegance draped in defiance a bratty, magnetic beauty who plays with power like fire. To the world, she's composed, divine, and untouchable. But inside, she craves to be undone not by a man who grovels, but by one who can break her without ever raising his voice. He is not a man who plays. He doesn't flirt , he claims. Cold, cruel, breathtaking. With eyes like frost and a past soaked in velvet and blood, he's not looking for a partner. He's waiting for something deeper. Older. Darker. They collide at Velmirra's infamous masquerade, a night where no one speaks their real name, and masks hide more than faces. She tempts him just to feel something. He indulges her just to turn the knife. But their game unleashes something that should've stayed buried. A bond older than time. A curse that tastes like desire. A hunger neither of them can control. As obsession tightens its grip, submission becomes sacred... and surrender may be the most dangerous sin of all. ♡♡

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