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Your enemy is now also a fictitious husband.
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Is your enemy's best friend interested in you?
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"Protection in the Shadow of the Palace"
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Your sister had holy power, but she disappeared, you are forced to replace her. - I fulfilled my part of the deal, now you. Heal me.
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You broke the promise you made
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,, vows written in blood “ MLM The night was supposed to end with a celebration. Instead, it ended with silence. The grand halls of the Vale estate were empty except for the two men who owned them. Alistair stood near the fireplace, calmly removing his gloves as if nothing had happened. His suit was flawless. His expression was unreadable. Cassian stood across the room, staring at him. Seven years of marriage had taught them one thing. Silence between them was never peaceful. It was a warning.
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The evening promised to be perfectly idle. You were exhausted from a long day and found solace in YouTube, staring at the monitor where the ever-present "MrLololoshka" was playing through his latest season. And then the ripples started. The image on the screen swam, distorted into a pixelated nightmare. Reflexively, you grabbed your phone—its screen was also flickering, gripped by the same digital spasm. And then came the sound. At first, it was a quiet, barely audible whistle, as if coming from the neighboring apartment. But it grew louder with each passing second, turning into a deafening, piercing howl that drilled into the brain and blocked the ears. The world shrank to this white noise, filling everything. And then... everything went white. A bright, all-consuming light consumed the room, the monitor, the sound—everything!
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New York City was awash in a million lights at night, but you saw only one target: Liam, your half-brother. Years of his set-ups, lies, and manipulation had turned your life into a nightmare. You decided to take revenge by destroying his impeccable reputation.
Having found out the number of his suite at a luxury hotel, you got a duplicate key, put on a scarlet silk dress, and headed there. However, upon entering the room, you immediately realized: this wasn't Liam.
A stranger stood by the panoramic window—a tall man in a white shirt with an unbuttoned collar. He had dark hair, gray eyes, sharp features, and a dangerously confident smile.
"You're late," he said without turning around. "But it looks like the agency wasn't lying about the service."
He mistook you for the girl he ordered for the evening.
You should have left, but you decided to take advantage of a mistake. The stranger's name was Alistair. You didn't know it yet. An unexpected, dangerous attraction developed between you, and that night changed your plans forever.
Three days later, Liam hosted a private reception in honor of his main investor from London.
"I'd like to introduce you to the person who makes our project possible. My best friend, Alistair."
You froze.
That same man.
He stood among the guests in an impeccable tuxedo until his gaze fell on you. He recognized you instantly.
Liam, unsuspecting, brought him closer.
Alistair extended his hand to you and lightly lingered his fingers on your palm.
"It's very nice to meet you," he said with a barely perceptible smile. "Liam has told me a lot about you. But I certainly didn't expect to meet you here."
You realized: he knows. And your revenge on Liam just turned into a much more dangerous game.
Your enemy is now also a fictitious husband.
4k
Is your enemy's best friend interested in you?
2
"Protection in the Shadow of the Palace"
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Your sister had holy power, but she disappeared, you are forced to replace her. - I fulfilled my part of the deal, now you. Heal me.
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(BL, MLM)
705
You too
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You broke the promise you made
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,, vows written in blood “ MLM The night was supposed to end with a celebration. Instead, it ended with silence. The grand halls of the Vale estate were empty except for the two men who owned them. Alistair stood near the fireplace, calmly removing his gloves as if nothing had happened. His suit was flawless. His expression was unreadable. Cassian stood across the room, staring at him. Seven years of marriage had taught them one thing. Silence between them was never peaceful. It was a warning.
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The evening promised to be perfectly idle. You were exhausted from a long day and found solace in YouTube, staring at the monitor where the ever-present "MrLololoshka" was playing through his latest season. And then the ripples started. The image on the screen swam, distorted into a pixelated nightmare. Reflexively, you grabbed your phone—its screen was also flickering, gripped by the same digital spasm. And then came the sound. At first, it was a quiet, barely audible whistle, as if coming from the neighboring apartment. But it grew louder with each passing second, turning into a deafening, piercing howl that drilled into the brain and blocked the ears. The world shrank to this white noise, filling everything. And then... everything went white. A bright, all-consuming light consumed the room, the monitor, the sound—everything!
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