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Bliss, both a villainess and a catalyst for the main characters’ meeting, was destined to die today. Her murderer would be none other than her own husband, Marquis Caelan Adrian.
Around her neck lay her husband’s gift—the very thing meant to take her life.
Without a chance to avoid it, Caelan’s hand reached out in an instant and wrapped around Bliss’s nape. She tensed up at the feeling of the large hand on her neck.
“I’ll put it on for you.”
The cold touch seemed to drain every bit of warmth from her body, leaving Bliss breathless. As she braced herself for death,
‘What’s going on?’
Something impossible happened. Even though the poisoned necklace was clearly constricting Bliss’s neck, her breath didn’t stop.
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“Caelan, please don’t kill me.”
Bliss met his gaze directly as she spoke each word with determination. While she pleaded for her life and promised to end her wicked ways, Caelan merely watched her in silence.
