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A raised From Ashes Dust

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"I’ve been watching you from afar," he whispered, with voice trembling with longing. "I gave up my kingdom, left behind the wars and glorious victories, all for a single chance to get closer to you. I wanted—no, needed—you to be mine and mine alone." His lips quivered, overwhelmed by the happiness flooding his chest. It was her—Elon—the girl who had stolen his heart and consumed his every thought. But before he could say more, she grabbed him by the collar, pulling him toward her with unexpected force. "No, my darling," he murmured, "let me speak today." He leaned into her left ear. She could feel the heat of his breath trail down her neck, while his fingertips glided along the curve of her waist, pulling her gently into his embrace. His heart—like a war drum—pounded, never once slowing down. "Elon," he breathed, her name sound sweet to him, "will you marry me?" She sighed, closing her eyes before uttering a word. Their breaths intertwined, a shared rhythm, of what he was graved to, as he sealed the moment with a kiss against her delicate lips. "Too late, my love," He whispered, his voice like a spell," you’re already cursed now. You’ll stay by my side now—forever mine, and mine alone." --- Elon father—the once-great ruler of the Pearl Kingdom—had fallen into ruin. Bankrupt and disgraced, he left behind nothing but debt for his daughter to repay. Elon, the radiant princess, was forced to take job after job just to survive. Her friends vanished. Everyone she knew turned on her. Hatred replaced affection. But they never knew the full story. She wasn’t just a beautiful, clever princess—she was a strategist in disguise, quietly running her own secret operation from the shadows. In time, she turned every enemy into an ally, every tormentor into her most loyal supporter. She didn’t conquer them with charm or wit alone— She rebuilt her power on the very soil of their hatred. She shaped it into the foundation of her own rising empire. And in the process, she won the heart of the coldest, most feared commander in the Dark Continent. But is this where her story ends? Or is she just getting started? --- It's a series story of my book Second chance revenge: Win The Devil Heart
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I Can Copy And Evolve Talents

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