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THE MAD KING 1: THE FAKE BRIDE

Chapter 3 TWO

Word Count: 1402    |    Released on: 13/04/2025

father?" Akila asked, ho

again, this time w

u would be the queen, and I would be the queen's father. I

e embarrassed, and the next, you're fat

o be dıscreet and fast. Go to your room now. Pack just lıttle thıngs wıth you

on her lap. Her eyes wıdened wıth shock. Her heart beat rapidly and dangero

er stomach dropped aga

la. Not now...p

this?" Akila's voic

ng dangerously. Her father's smile twinged down a bit at

ds and kept it. Aila pinched her thighs, squeezing hard enough to draw pain a

, and you're just throwing it on me? Am I your daughter or jus

s, awaiting her father's usual self. Aki

laced with the commanding and authoritative tone th

things right now and be prepared tomorrow morning! And God hel

t clenched and tears running down h

her yelled, "listen

rted, making a chill

tapping her legs rhyt

ghters. We're never good in your eyes. We're never enough. And for

nted, "I would never marry the king. And none of you...

, Akila!" Her m

ki

ki

lence pooling the room.

pinching her thighs with her head bowed to

nothings to pacify him and not lash out. "I would ta

lowly, she raised her head and reopened her eyes

y he said, "You would talk to her, and speak sense into her before tomorr

n and directly into her brown ones- the ones she got from her mothe

out looking at me wh

asp and marched out of the ro

irl and convince her. She's not ruining this for me in any way. If I

to her!" her mother said s

n the straightforward child, the not-too-pretty child, the

e said yes and agreed even if she didn't want it. She hated his wrath, his stiff belt on her ski

he prettiest one. With curls like her mother's and pure black eyes so black t

aning her eyes and r

m if she doesn't talk to Akila, and h

to her. And this time, she had to, if it would make their father smile

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Aila in her bed as she stood up. She unlocked the window and opened it,

n three times now. And I've been packing without you. I was

es on the floor, with her clothes neatly folded in one. She smiled sadly as she saw her sis

ng like that? It c

e box in her hand on their little table before holding

. The only time Akila held her hand this soft and stared at her like this was w

can't and won't help you. You know fath

ff. "No. No. We're not running away.

terestingly at Akila, "What better solution did you find

ponded immediately, tak

ht in the eyes, "Do you remember the dark magic

from her sister. She stepped back fro

what did

ila snapped a bit

I just met the witch and talked to her. I don't want to go. You

cut in, her voice

oice reduced to a whisper,

er heart dropping to h

my body, Aila. And yo

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“**Aila was never meant to be queen.** She was never meant to be anything more than a cup-holder beside her gorgeous sister, Akila. But when Akila refuses to marry the Mad King, Aila must take her place-by committing the most forbidden act in the kingdom. A soul-switching spell. It was supposed to last three months. Three months, and she'd be free. But Akila tricked her, and now, Aila is trapped. Trapped in her sister's body. Trapped in a kingdom that despises her. Trapped in a marriage to a man who never wanted a bride. But nothing is more terrifying than the Mad King, her husband himself. King Ahsan-the faceless beast, cruel, unreadable, and dangerously sharp. The man the world fears. The man whose black eyes haven't left her since the moment she arrived. Now Aila must hide her secret, navigate the deadly palace, and survive the cold, ruthless king she calls her husband. But what exactly is Ahsan? A monster, as they say? Or something far worse-a broken man, cursed and craving something he cannot name? Something she was never meant to give. Find out. --- This is a slow burn romance, tension-filled romance, with lots of yearning, stolen glances and emotional devastation. Grab your popcorn, your drinks, and a load of napkins and watch how the mighty King falls on his knees yearning for his beloved. And welcome to my page, where I write broken but strong men, doing nothing except being utterly in love with their women.”