The Curse of Valdemor
Reborn into a world ruled by curses, Elena awakens with no memory of her past life and a fragile existence in a kingdom where cursed humans are feared and hunted.
A chance encounter with a charming stranger named Dante pulls her into a dangerous web of mysteries surrounding cursed individuals and forbidden power.
But as fragments of her lost memories begin to resurface, Elena discovers a terrifying truth.
The origin of the curse is tied to an ancient evil she once fought… and failed to destroy.
Her search for answers leads her into the royal palace, where she begins working to uncover the truth behind the kingdom’s darkness.
Only to realize too late that
the man she came to trust as Dante…
is actually the ruthless Prince of Valdemor, a man whispered to be a heartless killer.
And worst of all,
he may be the one person she was never meant to love.
Excerpt
She glanced at Dante, who was quietly staring at the distant horizon, as if the world itself had momentarily stopped demanding anything from him.
“Can I ask you something?” Elena said softly.
He turned at once. A faint smile touched his lips.
“You can ask me anything,” Dante replied gently. “I would be happy to share whatever knowledge I have of this world with you.”
Elena let out a quiet laugh under her breath.
“Enough with your clever replies, Dante,” she said, shaking her head. “I’m not interested in the knowledge of this world…”
Her gaze lingered on him for a moment longer than she intended.
“I’m interested in you.”
For a split second, Dante’s eyes widened.
Then, just as quickly his expression broke into a slow, knowing smile.
“Elena…” he called her name deliberately, almost teasingly.
And it clicked.
The meaning behind her words settled between them like a quiet trap.
Her eyes widened. “You... don’t twist my words!”
Too late.
Dante let out a soft laugh, clearly enjoying her reaction.
“You idiot,” she muttered, embarrassed, sending a light punch toward his arm.
“Ow…” He rubbed the spot, feigning pain. “That was surprisingly violent.”
Elena cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure.
“I meant… I want to know you,” she said more seriously this time. “Who you are. Where you came from. How you learned to fight like that. I know nothing about you, Dante… nothing except your name.”
The playful air between them faded.
Dante’s smile slowly disappeared.
What replaced it was something Elena had never seen before. Quiet, heavy, and unreadable.
“I understand your curiosity,” he said softly, “but I’m afraid I can’t satisfy it… not yet.”
“Why?” she asked immediately.
Silence lingered for a moment before he spoke again.
“It’s complicated,” Dante said. Then, more firmly, “But I swear this on my life that I’m not here to hurt you.”
Before she could react, he reached for her hand.
His fingers closed gently around hers.
Warm. Certain. Unmoving.
Elena froze, her breath catching slightly.
“I care about you, Elena,” he said, voice lower now. More serious. “More than I probably should.”
His thumb moved slowly over the back of her hand, as though grounding himself in the moment.
“And I’ll do everything I can to help you whenever you need it.”
A faint pause.
“Maybe soon…” he added, gaze softening, “you’ll figure out who I am.”
His eyes met hers again.
“You’re smart, Elena. Smarter than any girl I’ve ever met.”
The air between them thickened, quiet and heavy, as if the world had stepped back to watch without breathing.
Dante reached up slowly, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
His touch lingered for a second too long.
Neither of them moved away.
His eyes stayed on hers. Too focused, too close, as if something unspoken was pulling him in.
And for a moment, he couldn't resist...
