PINING AFTER MERCURY
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We were like polar opposites of a magnet, opposing but all the while connective.
He was the king we often read about in stories. A dark ruler of the north, casting nothing but death and mayhem in his wake.
And I, I was just a common subject of the south. One who dreaded his ever reaching grasp over the lands.
For he was......
A turbulence of wrath personified.
Malice.
And fear.
That's what I thought I'd dreaded about him the most. That was....... until we met.
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Touch Her And...
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The Devil's Crybaby
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"The Devil's Bride"
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I still didn't understand what he said. I couldn't think of anything I had done to hurt him. Maybe I was really clueless about what was going on in his life. I wiped the tears off my face with my sleeve. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled." He said looking away. I sniffed. " So....was ...was..what we had...was our marriage...fake? " He sighed and remained silent. At that moment, I realized that the man I had loved and spent 10 years of my life with not only betrayed me by taking another wife but tried to take everything from me. He came into my life for revenge; he married me for revenge, and he loved me for revenge. Revenge for something I knew nothing about. On top of all that, we even had children. My Father was on his side, and he made me choose ...Divorce my husband and lose the right to being his only heir and lose custody over my children or get used to the fact that my husband married another woman and lived the rest of my life in luxury and misery. I can only hope that someone or something saves me from this hell hole.
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