The Cursed Prince - Chapter 877: Julian And Rowena In Verona

Le Wan transmigrated into a book, becoming a sacrifice in the fight between a real rich daughter and a fake rich daughter. Being the cousin of the real rich daughter, she had a good family background and looks, as well as the affection of all other family members and her fiance. She is unquestionably the object of group pampering, treated like a princess, and born lucky… She would have been a winner if she had not sabotaged herself.

However, the problem was that her fiance was the male lead! A philandering scumbag, he would always call Le Wan ‘darling’ before the female lead showed up, stealing the cousin’s heart. However, once the female lead appeared, he started calling her ‘sister’ instead and distant himself, insisting that he was loyal to the female lead. Being lovestruck and having been pampered since birth, Le Wan’s original body could not accept being dumped for the rich daughter, who was raised in a farming village! She decided to endlessly harass the female lead, reducing herself to cannon fodder and subjecting her whole family to the same fate.

However, Le Wan was her own person, and she would rather stay pampered by her family and live with them happily ever after. Male lead? That piece of trash? He belongs in a trash can! I have no feelings for him at all! The rich daughter tried to frame her to get the family’s affection and use her as a tool? Sorry, but I don’t live in a dog-eat-dog world as you do. Bring me my popcorn. I will watch them tear each other apart! The ice-cold villain? Stroking her chin and smiling like a shrewd fox, Le Wan said: Oh, poor you… Come to me. I will pamper you lots. The villain who was receiving lots of cuddling: What happened? Who am I? Where am I?

Travel to the primitive world, open up wasteland and farm land, tame animals and fish, build houses…

Jiang Xuan wants to create a tribe of his own!

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[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.