Broken and Becoming 18+
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Last published Fri, Aug 21, 2026
Book-2 of "Opposite Poles Attract" series
𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢.
𝔅𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔢𝔤𝔞𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔢𝔴.
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He was my love, but I was just his path towards the crown which he never owned. When my parents warned me he was a terrorist, I laughed. I didn't believe them. Not until he robbed his own love and left her to die in tiny deaths, moment by moment. We weren't just a few years apart in age, but miles apart in our thoughts as well. Our origins were different, our upbringings were different, we lived in different directions of the world, and yet I never let any of these cause a crack between us, until he decided to build one. REVENGE. His revenge. I was born with the title of Princess, and he was forced to become a knight. He was ready to destroy both of us in the flames of his revenge, lapping around our relationship's newly dug grave. And yet, I stood there firm, unshakable, unbreakable, indestructible, ready to see what his extent was. Because no matter what, at the edge where he ends... I begin. Our marriage didn't only gave a new direction to our relation, but it also sparked an unspoken hunger in him. I don't know why I was getting punished for something I never did. Not only did I betray the promise to my parents, but I also betrayed my every boundary for him. My love for him turned to my dedication when he gave me the only reason to hate him. He put his blade on the neck of the only one I loved the most. So, I put my blade on him, slicing off all the threads of our never budding relationship. He wanted to win it all for the Crown. So, I destroyed it all for the Blood. It was the battle of Blood vs Crown. And the winner was yet to be announced.
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