Shattered Crowns

Shattered Crowns

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Publikasi terakhir Jum, Mei 9, 2025

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Power. Hate. Obsession. Their kingdom was built on all three. He rules with an iron fist--cold, calculating, untouchable. A king among pawns, feared by many, challenged by none. Except for her. The girl who refuses to kneel, the one with fire in her eyes and destruction in her smile. She is chaos wrapped in beauty, her laughter laced with venom, her touch laced with sin. They should've been allies. Instead, they are enemies, locked in a war neither of them remembers starting. Their every glance is a battle, their every word a blade. But beneath the hatred, something darker simmers--something forbidden, twisted, and far too addictive. The past is a web of lies. The present is a ticking bomb. And the future? There is no future when their love tastes like ruin and their hate feels like home. Because the higher you rise, the harder you fall. And when kings and queens wage war-their crowns aren't the only things that shatter.

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