The Cursed Heir's Consort | BL
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In the heart of an ancient empire, prosperity is not granted.... it is bargained for. For generations, the ruling family has carried a heavy, gilded curse with wealth and power secured only through a ritualistic union. It is a vow that demands sacrifice, binding the heir to a partner chosen by fate and physiology, ensuring the purity of their male bloodline against the wrath of their ancestors.
To falter is to invite ruin, a death sentence for any woman who dares to stand as a second wife. Now, years after the cold, necessary contract was sealed, the partners find themselves called back to the mansion, where duty and a growing, dangerous awareness simmer between them. The stone walls hold not just history, but a tension that threatens to unravel the threads of their arranged life. The time for silent compliance is over..
The future of the empire now rests on the fragile, sensual line between obligation and ownership.
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