Veni Vincere

Veni Vincere

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Constantly hiding behind the bright light of his older brother, Daniel De Luca is known as the jumpy and socially awkward little Prince. As it comes to be time for a new Ruler to take over their country Gaea, he is thrust in a life-threatening situation that strips him of his heritage, his crown, and his family. Daniel is forced to fight for his rightful throne and must bear on the heavy responsibility of being King. Only problem? He really doesn't want to. - I am not italian, don't know italian, and if I butcher any italian, let me know.
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"Shh...it's useless to cry over something that you have no control over. Give in before I bring your dear sister's cadaver as wedding gift." His words made her stiffen making her let out another wrecked sob. Ralph let out a amused chuckle at her disheveled face. Alexei's midnight eyes stared down at her, his jaw flexing as silence between them stretched. Rara felt another pair of impatient cold hands lewdly running over her waist with shameless speed. Her throat constricted as if their touch nauseated her to the extent she bit down on her inner cheek hardly drawing out metallic taste of blood. "Open up for me, Rara. Let me see how beautiful this tempterous body of yours is." **** They came to me in the night, cruel, darkly handsome men from the most dangerous corners of the world in name of helping me in my worst time. I should've known better that peace in this world come with a price. Price of my freedom. They tormented me, destroyed me, ripping apart my world with their quest for revenge. Two years ago, I met them. In our first meeting, I was betrothed to them. Now they've come to claim me, destroying anyone standing in their way. Even me. I fear them, I hate them and worse of all I couldn't escape them.

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