Story cover for Captain is my Fiancee  by WallDingding
Captain is my Fiancee
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  • Parts 8
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  • Reads 32
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  • Parts 8
  • Time 51m
Ongoing, First published Sep 23
8 new parts
They called them Trio Phantom-the undefeated, unseen rulers of the underground arena.
No one knew their faces, only their masks-each design carrying a symbol of death and power.
And standing at the center was Queen S, the golden-rose mask, the silent storm who conquered arenas with one look and one move.

Across the ocean, another name haunted the criminal world-Dark Demon.
If Trio Phantom ruled globally, Dark Demon dominated the Philippines.
When they crossed paths, chaos was inevitable.
But destiny had another plan:
The Queen would fall for the Demon's Captain.



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