velvet Doom
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Blurb:
The last time I saw the man who had stolen my freedom, his skull was split open, his eyes locked on the heavens, and the earth beneath him soaked in his filthy blood. I wasn't sure if I was the one who killed him or the one who loved me beyond reason.
Seraphina Rossi, a seemingly ordinary noblewoman, hides a secret so dark it could shatter her entire bloodline if revealed. By day, she wears the mask of grace and virtue; by night, she loses herself in forbidden cabarets, dancing with reckless freedom. But when a mysterious man with secrets of his own uncovers the truth she's fought to bury, Seraphina's carefully built world begins to collapse.
Is this the beginning of a deadly rivalry or the birth of a love too dangerous to survive?
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Genres: Dark Romance Β· Mystery Β· Psychological Thriller Β· Drama Β· Historical Fiction
Up time: Sunday,Wednesday 8pm
Writer: Secret Rt
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