Trapped by a ruthless villain, my life spiraled after falling into a dark novel. The infamous “Western Mad Dragon” claimed me as his destined bride—his key to survival.
“Me? Yours?” I choked.
“Heaven sent you,” he growled, gripping me tighter.
Now, as Angelina, I hide my true self—a fugitive fairy. His obsession deepens, his touch possessive.
“Stay still,” he murmured, shielding me from chaos.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
His smirk darkened. “Words won’t save you.”
His kiss sealed my doom—his love more lethal than any blade.
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