Under My Deceitful Wife's Spell

soft rose petals, gently brushing against Lena Evans' skin with a gentle

g an ethereal glow on her features-a

er mother alongside her younger brother, rely

emand: she was to take the place of her father's other daughter, Alana Evans,

arrangement. With no emotional attachment to his bride, Dylan left the

mily, he had returned-ordered to solidif

ight and spent it with Dylan, they would release her mother and br

he Evans family. They could crus

ana was the only reason they c

esembled each other, their fig

sically close to Alana, the Eva

eeting at the secl

at you say and play your part!" an older woman hissed behind Lena, her tone shar

quietly. "I

every detail about Dylan until hi

ed, glaring. Despite their likeness, th

get your place. Even if you end up in my husband

e one she'd waited three

an's family had demanded the bride must be a vi

the sting of tears. "Release my m

ssively. "Just make sure you do your part." She then gestured

an whispered urgently,

quickly retreated

rvant led a tall man, clad in a loose bathrobe, into the ro

wife can relax in the spri

e servant dep

e spring. Her presence was alluring-sof

the straps on her shoulders see

slike for Alana. Yet, this version of her seemed di

eached for his bathrobe, despe

im to leave-her beloved o

ncy for fear of bei

she whispered, "Don't

a sent a shiver

he water, clinging to him, her tr

n brushed her hand away an

married, and it was time to

'm your husband?" Dylan m

s,

s he gripped her chin, pulling

r intimacy, but his hands le

of alcohol linge

his long lashes flutter, lending his chis

her file-his deep-set eyes unreadable,

der his touch as his kisses wandered,

om the spring wrapped the mom

rms encircling his neck. In the warmth of the spring, the n