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I became the villainess and married the cold duke

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"So naive, Melanie. So stupid." Those were the last words I heard before a bullet ended my life. Betrayed by my best friend and murdered by her boyfriend, I thought it was the end. Instead, I woke up in a cold wedding hall, wearing a dress worth a kingdom and staring into the icy eyes of Duke Draven Everfrost. I’ve transmigrated into The Duke’s Obsession—as Seraphina Helene Valemont, the villainess destined to be executed by her own husband for treason. My wedding vows haven't even been spoken, yet the Duke has already declared my silence as submission. In this world of ruthless aristocrats and deadly magic, I have only two goals: Avoid the executioner's blade. Never trust anyone again. But with a mysterious "System" breathing down my neck and a husband who treats me like a political prisoner, surviving the first night might be harder than avoiding the end of the book. [MISSION UPDATE: PRIMARY OBJECTIVE - AVOID EXECUTION. CURRENT RISK: CRITICAL.] reach out via Instagram @merah_writes
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