Young Masters Bride

It was never meant to be a union. Only a transaction. When Seraphina, the illegitimate daughter of a Southern High Lord, is bartered off in marriage to the cold High Lord of the North, she expects cold stone, colder glances, and a life spent in silence. Instead, she finds herself at the heart of an ancient fortress pulsing with secrets, where every shadow watches, and every man may not be wholly man. Her husband, Lord Aevriel, rules with a cold gaze and iron restraint. Rumored to have murdered his own father to ascend, he is feared by his men and obeyed without question. But beneath his composed cruelty lies something darker, something not entirely human, and Seraphina has just become its most dangerous temptation. Aevriel? He doesn’t want a wife. He wants silence. Obedience. Peace in the haunted dark. But Seraphina makes peace impossible. Their banter is vicious, barbed with heat. Their hatred dances on the edge of something hungrier. Lust coils beneath every glare, every insult, every reluctant brush of skin. He calls her fire. She calls him frost. But neither of them is prepared for what the other truly is. Forced to act as a Southern spy in the North, Seraphina must survive a court of quiet wolves and masked intentions, all while hiding her defiant fire. But as she clashes with Aevriel, their disdain turns volatile, charged with hatred, lust, and the hunger for control. She expected to be owned. She never expected to match him. As Seraphina navigates the cold politics of the North, and Aevriel’s dangerous kin sniff too closely at her Southern scent, something ancient stirs, a truth buried in blood. He was something else... not only wolf. Not human. Something... older. Now, with Seraphina under his roof, and in his bed, the past returns in ways he can’t control. Whispers of prophecy. Bloodlines twisted with something darker. And Seraphina may be the key to unlocking what he’s spent a lifetime running from. They were never supposed to want each other. They were never supposed to need. But in a castle built of frost and secrets, hate and hunger are often the same thing. And what begins as a transaction... might just end in ruin.

Theo Duskblood was born to crush protagonists. In his past life, he was just another bored young man—fed up with cliché stories where goody-two-shoes heroes always won, villains existed only to be face-slapped, and the “righteous” always got the girl. One car accident later, he opens his eyes in a new world… inside the body of the most punchable rich heir imaginable. Handsome. Arrogant. Obscenely wealthy. And now equipped with something the old world never gave him: The Arrogant Young Master System. > “Detected a righteous protagonist flaunting justice nearby… Initiating ego boost. +10 to smug aura.” “Mission: Steal his destiny. Bonus reward if you also steal his girl.” With a system that rewards petty flexes, dramatic entrances, and shameless villainy, Theo is done playing by hero rules. He’s here to mock plot armor, ruin chosen ones, and rewrite every cliché from the villain’s throne. > “Time to ruin another protagonist’s life. What? He’s cultivating love and justice? I’m cultivating sarcasm and scandal.” Theo will crush destiny under polished boots, seduce heroines mid-monologue, and prove once and for all: The villain always has more fun.

"Why?? What did I do to deserve this??" "Kill her." Esther De Geire, princess of SilverCrest Empire was killed brutally by her own family. All memories of her life flashed through her eyes and she realised that the family she ran after, never cared for her. When she opened her eyes, she was lying on bed of unknown man. "Where am I? Am I reborn?" The answer was No. Then why is she in a strange man's room who is looking at her with eyes that was filled with happiness and relief. "I will take my revenge no matter what." "Let me help you wifey." The guy looked at Esther with a sinister smile. 'My wife is so innocent and sweet. How can she hurt a fly?' The guy was thinking. But what he didn't knew was that Innocent Esther was a lethal weapon. With a catastrophe that's coming soon, will they be able to stay alive to take revenge or the destruction will be inevitable?

The Bride They Burned He married me for a bet. Then made me bleed to entertain his friends. I was the perfect wife. Obedient. Loving. Devoted. Until my husband turned my life into a game. > “Walk on glass to save your son.” “Smile while you bleed.” “Beg like a good girl.” And when I finally broke, they ended me—with a knife to my heart and laughter in their eyes. But I didn't stay dead. I returned in a new body. More beautiful. More dangerous. And this time—I won’t cry. I won’t beg. I’ll make them fall for me. And then I’ll destroy them. One by one. ---

Cripple your cultivation base, drop all your possession, kowtow 200 times, and hand over the Jade Fairy—she shall warm this Young Master's bed. If not, don't blame this Young Master for being merciless. Courting Death! Hmph, my father is the supreme elder in Cultural Dao temple, with his one word your entire bloodline will perish. Mount.Tai? What Mount. Tai This Young Master likes to climb over maidens, not mountains. You ignorant Ye Chennnnnn!!!!! You dare humiliate me in public, let's see how I deal with you. Good! Good! Good! You have successfully angered this Young Master. ---- Join the Cultural Dao temple for illustrations, exclusive chapters, more nsfw images of jade fairies.

Li Wei lived a dull, overworked life—until destiny (or a rogue truck) intervened, catapulting him into a world of mystical cultivators and deadly power struggles. Waking up in the body of Li Wei, the infamous and lazy heir of the Immortal Ice Sect, he finds himself in a precarious position: surrounded by enemies, burdened by a reputation for arrogance, and targeted for assassination. The only thing worse than inheriting this life? Realizing his new body’s cultivation potential is off the charts... if only the previous owner hadn’t been an idle narcissist. With the sect matriarch as his coldly disappointed mother, a stoic yet dangerously competent protector in the ice-cold beauty Leng Yue, and a mysterious "Young Master System" pushing him toward reckless behavior, Li Wei must balance survival with ambition. Every quest forces him to embrace the absurdities of an over-the-top cultivation world—whether humiliating enemies or accumulating riches—while concealing his true identity as a transmigrator. But as he’s exiled from the safety of his sect and thrown into the chaotic world below, Li Wei quickly learns that charisma, cunning, and a knack for manipulation might be even deadlier than swordsmanship. After all, why fight fair when you can command, deceive, and dominate? With ancient relics, feuding clans, and dangerous beauties complicating his journey, Li Wei's rise through the cultivation ranks is anything but conventional. What starts as a quest for survival may just become a path to unstoppable power... assuming his outrageous system quests don’t get him killed first. Will Li Wei overcome his past’s shameful legacy, outsmart his enemies, and become the true master of his destiny—or will his laziness, scheming rivals, and shameless arrogance bring him to ruin?

Born with peerless talent, profound looks, and unfathomable strength, Young Master Zhao woke up one day and chose violence. --- Greetings, Fellow Daoists. This ancient scripture records the rise of a new Immortal Venerable. The one who defied fate, defiled heaven, and dominated all under the Nine Skies. They called him mad. They said he was courting death. But Young Master Zhao simply smiled and turned the heavens into his mount. From arrogant Ye Chen to the invincible Yang Kai, every so-called Son of Qi was but an insect crushed beneath his foot, stripped of destiny, reduced to stepping stone for his cultivation path. In a realm where the strong seize fate and the weak become dust, he was born with everything. While others pondered why the sun followed them, he was already a Holy Realm powerhouse, tearing through sacred mountains and enslaving ancient dragons with a single flick of his sleeve. From holy maidens to dragon priestesses, From Eastern princesses to Western empresses, From Northern jade maidens to Southern mature elders. One might count the stars in the heavens, But not the names in his harem scroll. If Fellow Daoists still do not know the difference between heaven and earth, then this scripture shall enlighten thou. --- BE WARNED, FELLOW DAOISTS! This is no ordinary scripture. Reading further may shake your Dao heart, weaken your spirit veins, and send your cultivation into irreversible Qi Deviation. Those beneath the bone age of 18 must avert their eyes, lest they be pulled into a forbidden dual-cultivation realm with no escape. This scripture contains a potent fusion of Yin and Yang, Male and Female, light and Dark. A sacred technique long prohibited by the righteous heavens! Only those with profound Dao harmony may begin to comprehend its lewd profundity. --- To the Young Masters of prestigious orthodoxy clans, wise sages & hermits, divine emperors, immortal venerables, great elders, profound sect masters, and even the all-knowing constellations: Support this rebellious scripture against the heavens by donating your Power Stones and Spirit Stones generously, And let the Lewd Dao rise once more! It's the fated time for us, the Lewd scholars, Cultured Daoists, Lustful Sages, sinister constellations, debauched emperors and horny Young Masters to stand against the righteous heavens and obtain the true Cultured enlightenment that has been suppressed since the dawn of time. For Lustful Dao!!! The Dao creator: LewdScholar Available at the celestial sea of Webnovel, if you are seeing this profound scripture somewhere else, then it won't contain any profound might. ---- Also, engraved below is the sacred glyph one must embed into their jade slip to locate the hidden gateway to the Cultural Holy Land: # https://discord.gg/PY4BVUPyPF Only those with a stable Dao heart and firm Yang essence may survive the trials within. This Venerable One does not boast idly, but let it be known that, the Cultural Holy Land harbors the greatest treasury of jade maidens’ immoral portraits across all Nine Realms and Thirteen Forbidden Heavens. From elven saints to beastkin war priestesses, from immoral demonesses to corrupted nuns, All forms of cultured yin exist here... awaiting worthy dual-cultivation partners. Fellow daoist, do you have what it takes to be a true dual cultivator? Enter only if you dare to cultivate with your soul, body, and lower dantian. If not, break your left hand, kowtow 100 times and ROLL!!! *** Exclusive discord role to those who purchase second tier privilege and above , to enjoy additional exclusive chapters on discord. ( Exclusive chapters contain no plot development )

Five years ago, he was attacked and abandoned on a deserted island, where he honed an extremely strong set of skills through battles with wild beasts. Five years later, he returns to the city, vowing to make his old enemies pay for their blood debts! Trampling on dandies, destroying foes, and flirting with beauties, watch how he roams the city and writes his own legend.

A moment of vulnerability results in Ye Beibei being manipulated into marrying Young Master Gu, a wheelchair-bound man. Having imagined an idle and prosperous life within an aristocratic family—who knew that she would instead be enslaved into becoming a young nanny every single day? Ye Beibei smacks the table. "Liar, I want a divorce!" Young Master Gu pushes a cute baby in front of him. "You want a divorce even when we already have a child? Dear Wife, wake up!" "..." Ye Beibei stares in confusion at the adorable baby who looks exactly like her. Can anyone tell her when she gave birth to a child?!

Bai Chuwei has lived for five thousand years, and after becoming an ancestor of all human beings, she descends the mountains and initiates the plot of a novel. A new female student is transferred into Henghua Secondary School Year 3. The young lady has bright eyes, white teeth, red lips and her appearance is similar to an immortal fairy. But unfortunately, she has Eighth-Grader Syndrome. “The wealth of ten Duan Family added together does not even make up half of my combined wealth over the past five thousand years.” “The first classic masterpiece of China? Oh I casually wrote that for fun two decades ago.” “Scientific research isn’t comparable to flying in the skies with a sword. Today, this ancestor here shall teach everyone how to cultivate scientifically.” The online lurkers reveal a snort of contempt and wait to see Bai Chuwei slapping herself in the face after acting so pretentiously. Eventually, the China Property Statistics Association reveals this particular information: The respected ancestor is the richest person in the world, owning the most number of gold mines, hundreds of islands, and countless property worldwide. China Writer’s Association: @Bai Chuwei, Respected ancestor, when will you continue updating your book after having stopped it for two centuries?

[Sweet, No Abuse, Strong Female Lead, Favored By All!] When Ruan Qi became famous. Haters: No matter how pretty, she's undereducated. That very afternoon, the most prestigious institution of higher learning in China posted on social media—Let me introduce our youngest doctoral supervisor, Professor Ruan Qi. Haters: What's the use of hyping up a scholar persona? In the end, she'll still have to bow down to her financial backers. The next day, Ruan Qi appeared at an international economic conference, with her name tag reading—Chairman of Qimu Pharmaceutical Group. Haters: Making so much money, not knowing to contribute to the country. Three days later, an official news release—A new model of nuclear submarine is launched, thanks to Chief Designer Ruan Qi and all the research and development members! Haters: ... Can't afford to provoke, goodbye. * After getting married, a reporter asked Xi Jiu: Ninth Master, how did you manage to pursue the Goddess Ruan? Xi Jiu quietly flipped open a diary. Diary of Chasing My Wife: 1. Vote for my baby in rankings. 2. Cast votes for my baby. 3. Support my baby. 4. Buy out all the tickets for my baby’s movies. 5. Join my baby's fan club. …As everyone knows, the Goddess Ruan has a universe-level wealthy hardcore fan—Ninth Master Xi, Xi Jiu!

He rose in the End of Dharma Era, and he shook the splendid era. The young Ye Fan, carrying the hopes of six billion people, set out from Earth, waged war in the Otherworld, trampled on skeletons, and made the Ten Thousand Clans tremble, finally ascending to the pinnacle of the universe, overlooking the Ten Thousand Realms! "Even if it takes going up to the Ninth Heaven or down to Netherworld, I will definitely defy heaven to snatch your life back for you!" — Ye Fan.

CONTENT WARNING: /This novel contains mature themes, explicit sexual content, strong language, and adult situations. Reader discretion is advised./ --- She ran from the devil who raised her… And married the one who wore a crown. After her parents’ tragic death, Lydia Andreyevna’s life became a nightmare. Stripped of her name, inheritance, and freedom by her uncle—Lord Alexander—she was treated like property and promised to a Count four times her age. Desperate to escape, she fled into the cold night… and straight into blood. A stranger. Wounded. Beautiful. Terrifying. She should’ve left him. But she didn’t. She touched him once—and fate branded her forever. Her uncle caught her the next morning. Her escape failed. But when she begged Queen Olga for protection, the Queen offered her a deadly bargain: Marry the masked Grand Duke of Zolotaria. The king’s hunting dog. The butcher of the East. The devil in a crown. The man feared by kings. The heir to the throne. The same man she once saved. Ivan Romanov. They say he bathes in blood. That he kills without blinking. That he conquered kingdoms with a smile behind a mask. That no one sees his face—and lives. Some call him the devil. Others call him Death’s favorite son. But behind the mask is the same man she found dying in the dark. The same voice that haunted her dreams. The same hands she once held. Now, he’s her husband. Her jailer. Her obsession. She doesn’t know if she’s his prisoner, or his weakness. Cold and untouchable, Ivan doesn’t share his bed. Doesn’t share his secrets. But she sees it—the hunger in his eyes. The pain in his silence. The way he looks at her like she’s the only thing keeping his demons at bay. She should fear him. She should hate him. But the moment she dares to take off his mask… it’s already too late. Because Ivan wants her—her fire, her body, her heart. And in his world, what he wants, he keeps. Even if it means burning down the kingdom. She thought she was running from hell. She ended up in his bed. And the most dangerous thing of all? She doesn’t want to leave. ___________________________________ Just a Heads-Up: The spicy stuff doesn't happen right away. It begins from chapter 28. This story takes its time setting the mood and building the connection first—trust the slow burn!

Al is the true-born son of the noble Virellano family. But seventeen years ago... he was swapped at birth, abandoned at an orphanage, and forgotten by his own blood. Now, he has returned. Not as a guest. Not as an intruder. But as the real young master. The problem? That family… has grown to love the child who isn’t even theirs. Al doesn’t care. He’s not interested in fake affection, inheritance, or the family throne. All he wants is a peaceful life—far away from noise and drama. But within his body lies a forgotten ancient energy. And the sealed living weapon he carries… is slowly awakening. This world is far from simple. Beneath the glittering lives of nobles lies a hidden system of energy, ancient races, and long-dead magic... waiting to rise again. And when Al begins to move— It won’t just be his family that trembles. The entire world will. This is the official English version of the novel 'Mystical Fantasy : The Lazy Real Young Master'.

Al adalah anak kandung dari keluarga bangsawan Virellano. Tapi tujuh belas tahun lalu… ia ditukar saat lahir, dibuang ke panti asuhan, dan dilupakan oleh darah dagingnya sendiri. Sekarang ia kembali. Bukan sebagai tamu, bukan sebagai pengganggu. Tapi sebagai tuan muda asli. Masalahnya? Keluarga itu… lebih menyayangi anak yang bukan darah mereka. Al tidak peduli. Ia tak tertarik dengan kasih sayang palsu, warisan, atau tahta. Yang ia inginkan hanyalah hidup tenang, jauh dari keributan. Tapi tubuhnya menyimpan energi purba yang terlupakan. Dan senjata hidup yang selama ini tersegel… perlahan mulai terbangun. Dunia ini bukan tempat sederhana. Di balik kemewahan bangsawan, tersembunyi sistem energi, ras kuno, dan sihir yang telah lama mati… menunggu untuk bangkit. Dan saat Al mulai melangkah... bukan hanya keluarga yang akan gentar. Tapi seluruh dunia. Versi Bahasa Indonesia dari novel 'Mystical Fantasy : The Lazy Real Young Master'.

Well, I died because of cancer, leaving my hard-warned wealth in earth, now I have reincarnated as the young master of one the strongest family. The Dream of Immortality seems to be closer than ever in my hand, however, pesky bastards, those who you would call as the protagonist of the stories constantly come in my way, so I shall slaughter to reach my goal. None can stop me and I will become the greatest in existence soon!

In a world carved by time and torn by ambition, the era of the 100th century teeters on the brink of annihilation. War drums echo across galaxies. Poverty, corruption, and destruction have become the rhythm of life. Countless forces—rulers, rebels, visionaries—race to shape the future in their own image, each believing they are the key to a new era. But when the world is drowning in selfish dreams, true change must rise from selfless hearts. Among the chaos, a new generation awakens—not born to conquer, but to protect. Not driven by greed, but by purpose. They are warriors, students, outcasts, and dreamers. They face impossible odds, ruthless enemies, and the darkest sides of humanity. Yet they march forward, not for glory... but to stop the coming war and restore peace to a shattered world. Step into a universe where the fate of eras lies not in might, but in the courage to do what is right

After dying from betrayal, Thomas reincarnates as Jolthar Kaelzhar, the neglected son of a powerful clan, just after his brothers kill him. With Jolthar's memories and the blessing of Qalena, Thomas vows to rise from his lowly position and claim power in his new life. [My Twitter id : https://x.com/jl_lucifer

Riley Bennett is a sharp, fiercely independent screenwriter from Los Angeles, weighed down by her family’s mounting debts and her mother’s critical illness. As she struggles in a cutthroat publishing industry, a chance encounter at an Upper East Side gala introduces her to Alexander Grant—CEO of the Grant Group, heir to a British noble family, and a cold, calculated titan of finance. Alexander is under immense pressure from his aristocratic family to marry before his 27th birthday or lose his right to inherit. Disdainful of love and emotionally distant, he proposes a solution: a marriage contract. Riley, desperate to help her family, reluctantly agrees. Their three-year agreement is clear: no romance, no intimacy, no interference in each other’s personal lives—but in public, they must act like a picture-perfect couple. What begins as a calculated arrangement quickly spirals into something far more complicated. Living under the same roof, Riley's warmth and sincerity begin to thaw Alexander’s icy exterior. She uncovers the traumas he hides beneath his controlled facade, while he finds himself captivated by her spirit—an unexpected, irreplaceable presence in his life. Just as emotions begin to surface, Alexander’s aristocratic first love, Elena, returns to the spotlight, announcing their “rekindled romance” to the media. Crushed and feeling like a mere pawn, Riley launches a “self-destructive breakup plan”—wild parties, tabloid scandals, and daring outfits—hoping Alexander will walk away. But Alexander doesn’t. Instead, his jealousy reveals emotions he can no longer contain. When Riley is nearly humiliated at a high-society gala, Alexander publicly claims her as his wife in a dramatic, protective gesture—turning media frenzy into a declaration of devotion. As they grow closer again, Riley’s famous ex, Hollywood actor Lucas Ward, reappears offering both affection and funding for her new screenplay. Alexander opposes it, leading to a heated argument and yet another emotional rift. Meanwhile, Elena fakes a pregnancy to trap Alexander, triggering chaos in the family and threatening his inheritance. Caught between love and legacy, Alexander makes his choice. He flies to Los Angeles, finds Riley backstage at her script premiere, and kneels before her with a heartfelt vow: “If I could rewrite the contract, I’d write your name next to forever.” Riley lets down her guard. They stop running from their feelings and rewrite the rules. In the end, Alexander gives up part of his control over the company to keep what matters most—her. Riley’s script is adapted into an Oscar-winning film, marking her breakthr In a contract built on conditions, love was the one clause never written—yet the only one that couldn’t be broken.

The moonlight spilled through the canopy of the dark forest, casting an eerie glow on the man lounging against an ancient tree. Morris was impossibly handsome—too handsome to be real. His sharp jawline, framed by tousled black hair, was shadowed by the flicker of firelight in his golden eyes. He swirled a goblet of wine lazily in his hand, his lips curved into a devilish smirk. Elowen froze, captivated. He looked like a prince from a forbidden story, but something in the air warned her he was no mortal. “Lost, little lamb?” His voice was velvet, dark and smooth, wrapping around her like a spell. “I was...just—” she stammered, but he stood in one fluid motion, closing the distance between them. “Just wandering into my domain,” he interrupted, his tone teasing yet dangerous. “How bold of you.” His gaze raked over her, and her heart pounded under the weight of his attention. “You shouldn’t be here,” he murmured, stepping closer until she could feel the heat radiating from him. “Do you know who I am?” She shook her head, her throat dry. “I am Morris,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, seductive growl. “The devil. The one your kingdom fears, the one your priests curse. And now,” he leaned in, his golden eyes glowing like embers, “you’ve wandered straight into my hands.” The shadows around him seemed to ripple with his amusement as a smirk played on his lips. He extended a hand, his voice both a command and an invitation. “Come closer, Elowen. Let me show you what happens when innocence meets the devil.”

Arabella Saint-James, a cold, reclusive New Orleans heiress, inherits her late husband Elias’s decaying estate and a beautiful, unsettling slave boy named Jonah who's mute, otherworldly, and tethered to the land by forces Arabella can’t yet see. As her suspicions mount, Arabella uncovers Elias’s dark obsession with voodoo and ritual possession. Jonah, it turns out, was never a boy but a vessel: crafted for a god Elias tried to summon. That god, Mal Lune, now lives inside Jonah dormant but awakening. Arabella must confront the horrors of her past, including her betrayal of Colette, Elias’s mistress and the first failed vessel. As the house itself turns against her, Arabella is forced to decide whether to complete the ritual or destroy it with Jonah. But her final act is neither. She rewrites the ritual at great cost,fracturing her own memory and choosing not death, but surrender. In saving Jonah, she loses the part of herself that belonged to Elias. Now alone but reborn, Arabella remains at the estate as a guardian not of the past, but of the silence that follows it.

***MATURE CONTENT*** I was meant for greatness. That's what I thought, at least. The people around me worshipped me as if I were some sort of messiah. My family wasn't normal. In fact, my family was one of the great powers that governed the world from the shadows. And I was considered one of its many talents. However, that all changed after the family ceremony. There, I was expected to achieve greatness, but I didn't. Instead, I barely passed. I became the embarrassment of my family. It wasn't till later I found out I was led into a trap. However, I had come back to the past! And I was claiming what was rightfully mine! *** Additional Tags: Different Races, Harem, No Yuri, No NTR ONLY Netori, Smut, Beautiful FLs, Demons -This is just a smut story with a big harem nothing serious.-

[Ding! Your new life has started. Stats have been reset. Potential has been recalculated. Your new journey has begun] [Ding! Awakening God's Blood. Your new body has the potential to become a God.] ______ Emperor Fenrir was hailed as the tyrant of power had everything a human could desire. Power, wealth and even people who looked up to him. However, despite having it all, he lacked the most crucial thing needed for him to advance to a God - the blood of Gods that would break the last barrier for him. To overcome this weakness, Emperor Fenrir decides to restart his life by getting reborn into a body that has the highest amount of God's blood and would allow him to fulfil his goal. And finally, after a thousand years of waiting, he finally found the body he had been waiting for. What he did not expect was for the previous owner of his dream body to be a loser who had nothing except money to call as a power. The pampered young master Fenrir got reincarnated to was the lowest of the low scums who depended on his money to solve all his problems. However, now that Fenrir was here, this was all going to change. The world will see the rise of the tyrant once more...and a god as well. ______ r18 is mainly gore...and MC's tendencies. You have been warned. No Harem. No Romance. Tower starts at ch 100.

In the shadowed heart of the kingdom of Arvenhall, where noble blood hides monstrous secrets, Anna becomes the second wife to a man from the most powerful noble house in the land—the Evans family. Though they are not royalty, the Evanses are close enough to it, holding a grip over the court that rivals even the King’s. To the public, they serve the crown. But in private, they may be the ones ruling it. From the moment Anna arrives at the Evans’ manor, she knows something is deeply wrong. Perfection isn’t just expected—it’s enforced. Every word, every smile, every silence feels staged. Lord and Lady Evan, regal and cold, are revered and feared across the kingdom, their influence stretching far beyond their estate. No one crosses them. Not even the King. And the King... he is distant, untouchable, watching. A man whose tragic past should have broken him—but didn’t. Rumors whisper he’s just a figurehead now, but others say he’s simply waiting, biding his time. The truth? No one knows. Except perhaps the Evans. Or perhaps he knows more than he lets on. They are each other’s shadows—caught in a silent war of power and secrets, with Anna now in the middle. Then there’s her husband—the man who chose her. Too quickly. Too deliberately. His devotion is obsessive, his gaze lingering, his touch possessive. He claims to love her. But is it really love? Or is Anna something else to him—a vessel, a key, or a pawn in a darker scheme? As Anna begins to pull at the threads of her new life, she finds herself trapped in a gilded cage of manipulation, madness, and supernatural ties far older than the kingdom itself. In a house where nothing is as it seems, being the second wife might mean she was never meant to leave. Because in Arvenhall, some women are chosen not to be loved—but to be kept.