MTL - Female Queen Quick Time Travel: The Wife is a Husband Lover - Chapter 781 The next husband of His Royal Highness (51)

When the human princess, Lareina is sent as a bride for a peace treaty between the demons and humans, she ends up in a political marriage with the second prince of demons, Prince Azrael. Lareina falls for his gentleness that sets him apart from the rest of the demons in her eyes but on the night of their wedding, he is deployed to the war.Years after his abrupt departure, Azrael has finally emerged victorious and returned. However, much to Lareina's dismay, he has brought back a beautiful demoness with him. At the receiving end of his hatred, a heartbroken Lareina tries to save their marriage until all her hopes are shattered. Determined to carve a way for herself, she decides to end the marriage but she is met with a new challenge when her seemingly uncaring husband suddenly refuses to let her go.

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.

Ethan was living the dream—a loving family, loyal friends, top grades at the academy. Nothing seemed out of place… until he started growing up and found himself drawn to his own mother. That’s when their forbidden affair began. But one event led to another, and soon Ethan began to uncover the truth: the sweet life he thought he knew was nothing but a carefully buried lie—crafted by the very people he called his parents.If the Willows aren’t his real family… then who is he?What’s his true connection to the Willows—the family he once called his own?And what will Ethan do now that the truth is out?One thing’s for sure—he’s not going to play nice.[Disclaimer: This novel does not contain actual incest involving blood relatives or any NTR content.]MC Info:Ruthless • Pervert • Intelligent • Rizz King • Future Mafia EmperorTags:Smut • No NTR • Netori • Milf • Yandere • Mature • R18 • NSFW • Sex • Crime • Mafia • Gangsters • Hentai Vibes • Pregnancy • Domination Play • Psychological Games • Corrupting the Pure • Threesomes • Bloody Messes • Emotional Control

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