Servants of The Black Earl

Servants of The Black Earl

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Set years before the events of The Black Earl and leads into the manga. This story delves into the sordid past of the Black Earl through the perspectives of his two servants, Lydia Lanford and Rainier Demorhyde. A tragic accident becomes the turning point of Restis's life and he is granted a once in a life time opportunity. He eventually obtains everything he could have ever wanted, but still he feels empty inside. his trust is broken and he is left unable to believe anything as truth anymore. How will Lydia and Rain cope with the sour truths that are revealed to them, as well as their own forbidden romance? This story will probably be badly written- so don't expect too much lol.
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BOOK 2 OF THE PARADISE SERIES Some stories don't begin with a spark. They begin with a scar. Rehaan Jaisingh never believed in second chances. He believed in power, in silence, keeping his heart locked behind the iron gates carved by betrayal. As the heir of Jaisingh empire he has been raised with cold ambition and colder truths. Love for him was a weakness. A luxury that a lonely couldn't afford. And yet, once upon a time. He dared to love- wildly, recklessly, completely. Naina. The girl with monsoon eyes and wildfire in her veins. His best friends. His undying. His destruction. Until she shattered him. Years passed. People changed. But what remained. Pain. It matured. And when fate threw them together not as lovers, not as friends, but as enemies bound by forced marriage. Old wounds cracked open like fault lines. They were fire and ash now. Through their rage and regret, two storms were trapped in the same story, arching each other with unspoken history and unreliable tension. But neither of them knew, what was buried beneath the ruins of their shared pasts where truths were darker than either imagined. Lies told in hushed voices. Manipulation rooted in bloodlines. And love that refused to die no matter how brutally it was buried. It's a war story- of trust against time. Because some love stories don't have a clean beginnings. They begin where everything ends.

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