Bride of Twelve

Bride of Twelve

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She thought she was nobody. Aria Vale is a Class-V star-dim, unremarkable, easy to overlook. She keeps her head down, her music quiet, and her existence small. Until she wakes up married. To twelve strangers. The Zodiac themselves. Now twelve impossibly powerful constellation heirs are searching for her, bound by vow-marks they don't understand. And Aria? She's trying not to be found. Because girls like her don't get chosen. They get forgotten. But the stars have other plans. A cosmic reverse harem romance where the girl who thinks she's nothing discovers she's everything. Slow burn | Why choose | Found family | Avoidant FMC | Protective MMCs
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Evelyn Hart loses her corporate job overnight when her company is acquired-and her department erased like it never existed. With rent due, savings shrinking, and LA swallowing her whole, she applies to a too-perfect listing in the middle of the night: Estate Caretaker - live-in. Discretion required. Excellent compensation. She gets the contract in thirty seconds. No interview. No company name. She signs anyway. A plane ticket arrives minutes later. Eldermoor House waits for her outside Edinburgh-an ancient mansion with modern amenities, a forest that refuses to stay silent, and a black lake called Loch Glass that reflects things that shouldn't be there. Evie tells herself she doesn't believe in ghosts. She's just a modern witch-salt, wards, herbs, rituals. Nothing supernatural. But Eldermoor isn't interested in what she believes. The house has men in it. Three of them. All dead. And all of them want her.

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