A princess's duty is to be beautiful, quiet, not loud, to be seen and not to be heard, which was how Dahlia lived most of her life. Bound by the expectations of her title, she spent years trying to prove to her father that she was more than just a princess and capable of being more than an ornament in his court but each time she never got the chance. Instead, she was forced into a marriage of convenience with the bravest knight in all the kingdom, Reagan Hawthorne.

Dahlia thought she would use this marriage to escape the brutal crutches of her father and glide out of her cage but Reagan’s cold disdain was an unexpected prison of its own. While he waged wars on distant lands, she stayed behind, holding his household together and protecting the people he seemed to ignore. But Dahlia carried a dangerous secret. By day, she was the perfect wife. By night, she became the "Black Knight," a masked vigilante fighting for justice in the shadows.

Reagan returned, ready to focus on his personal mission: avenging his father’s death. To him, Dahlia was just another pawn in his plans—a spoiled princess he needed to tolerate. But as cracks began to form in her perfect façade, Reagan couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to his wife than met the eye.

Now, with enemies circling closer and their secrets threatening to collide, Dahlia and Reagan must confront the lies they’ve told themselves and each other. But when masks fall and truths are revealed, will their fragile bond withstand the storm—or will it shatter beyond repair?

One wound. One secret. One night that changes everything.

A loud piercing cry filled the room and my eyes immediately snapped open. A groan sounded by my left followed by some movements but just like I expected he wasn't getting up. Another cry sounded again this one was more urgent and filled with demand which meant that it was my cue to get up. Shoving the duvet off me, I sat up straight but before I could any further, a strong hard suddenly wrapped around my waist pulling me back into the bed. 


I chuckled when I felt him begin to kiss my face whole holding me tight against him. His hands then slowly began to work their way up, tugging at the belts on my rope in annoyance before he cupped my tender breast. A moan escaped my lips when he tugged at one of the hard nipples but before I could even enjoy myself fully, another cry sounded.


"Reagan…" I breathed out as he began to kiss my neck, fuck!


Chapter 197 - Finally Dead