​Silent Martyrdom

​Silent Martyrdom

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​"She was not born to find happiness. She was fashioned to hold sorrow." ​To the Imperial Court, Princess Ophelia is a pristine symbol of royal duty. But beneath the suffocating grandeur of the palace walls lies a soul hollowed out by survival guilt and an unrelenting, quiet despair. She is a living martyr, trapped in a cage of high-stakes court politics, forced to mourn the ghost of the only boy she ever loved-Asher-who vanished into the dark shadows of the forest years ago, breaking her world into irreparable pieces. ​Safe within her isolation, Ophelia believes she has felt the sharpest sting of grief. But the machinations of the empire are entirely opaque, and a dangerous new game is unfolding around her. ​For the dead do not always stay buried. And sometimes, the boy you wept for returns as the very monster you were taught to fear. ​A sweeping, dark historical drama written with classical Gothic elegance. Step into a world of lethal palace intrigue, bitter ironies, and a tragic romance inspired by the timeless weight of Wuthering Heights and Jane Eyre.
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I was thirty years of age when my life met its sorry end once a simple married woman, my world shattered the moment I found my husband entangled in another's embrace. I died there, on the cold floor of the home we had built together, in a manner far more pitiful than I ever imagined for myself. And yet... I awaken. Breathing. Living. Reborn as the stepmother of a boy destined to become a villain- a child fated to meet the same miserable end as I once did. I failed once as a mother. So, what shall become of this second chance at motherhood? • Note: updates every Saturday Owner of the cover X\@irt_5433

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