
by sobhya
Sulayman Shaheaiz wanted nothing from this world not its pity, not its company, nothing that would disturb his peace. His manor stood as a fortress of perfect solitude and its halls were as undisturbed as the grave. The Duke of Shaheaiz Manor did not receive visitors. It was not a friendly environment for guests. The servants spoke in hushed tones not a single unnecessary sound was ever made. He does not attend gatherings. He does not entertain gossip. And he certainly does not believe in relations and love. But then a widow with death at her heels arrived uninvited, bringing rain and her reckless bargains. Rosela ezryn was many things, a woman who should be dead, and a woman with everything to lose. But beyond the manor's gates, there were those who already stirred those who profited from chaos, who hungered for what she carried, who had waited years.
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