Reborn Assassin Princess: The Only Path To Revenge Is Falling In Love!: Beautiful Revenge, #2

By Amber Lew

Life's a royal mess! One minute, Raven's a top-tier assassin close to killing her worst enemy, and the next? She's waking up in frilly dresses as Asteria's Princess Seraphina!

 

When elite assassin Raven is killed on a mission to eliminate Prince Alexander of Ironhold, she doesn't expect a second act! But fate's got a flair for drama and she awakens in the body of Princess Seraphina - turns out both of them are the victims of a treacherous conspiracy.

 

Raven's new plan is to get revenge on the traitors while juggling royal duties, ballroom dances, and -oh yes- a fake engagement to her former enemy, Prince Alexander!

 

A pretend romance with the prince is Raven's ticket to getting close to the villains. But things get complicated when her "pretend" feelings start feeling very... real.

 

Is Prince Hartley not the bad guy after all?

 

Turns out, falling in love might just be the most dangerous mission yet!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Eromami Publishing
• Release date: May 11, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224611713

Amber Lew

I'm Eromami and I write spicy fantasy romance books. In my stories, you'll encounter a strong female protagonist who may start with doubts but finds her inner power. Alongside her, you'll meet a captivating main male lead and intriguing secondary romantic interests. These adventures take place in detailed fantasy realms, featuring mesmerizing male leads who are shifters—vampires, werewolves, fae, dragons, and more! While the protagonist explores romantic bonds with other characters, she ultimately finds her way to a committed and monogamous relationship with the male lead, resulting in a happily ever after or happy for now ending. These reverse harem stories have no mm action, and the relationships depicted are mostly hetero, with occasional bi-curiosity.

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Part 2

Chapter 8

The Unwanted Marriage Proposal

Crouching behind a row of meticulously trimmed bushes, I curse under my breath at the ridiculous dress impeding my movements. The conversation between Duke Sinclair and Lady Clarissa is heating up, their whispered words tantalizingly close but impossible to make out clearly. Even if I can read lips, I wish I could move closer, but this blasted gown would give me away in an instant.

Suddenly, Lady Clarissa's stare turns icy cold, her gaze unwavering as she steps menacingly close to Duke Sinclair. You think I have nothing at stake in this? she hisses, her voice low and threatening. The Duke, so confident and arrogant moments before, seems taken aback. His sharp features are contorted in surprise, his eyes wide and searching for an escape.

Lady Clarissa's voice takes on a dangerous edge as she presses a finger against the Duke's chest. Believe me, Lady Clarissa continues, I want this as much as you do. There is much more on the line for me than you can possibly imagine.

The air is thick with secrets, and each word they utter is a piece of a puzzle I'm desperate to solve. What does Lady Clarissa mean? What goal do they have in common? My curiosity piqued, I risk leaning in closer when unexpectedly a shadow looms over me, blocking the moonlight.

Startled, I whirl around to face the unknown presence behind me. My hand instinctively curls into a fist, poised to strike at the throat of whoever dares to approach me. But as my eyes adjust to the darkness, I recognize the handsome figure of Sir Tristan. His tall, muscular frame looms over me, his striking features barely visible in the dim light. His piercing gaze meets mine with confusion, and I struggle to suppress my trained assassin instincts.

Princess Seraphina, Tristan says, his voice smooth despite the confusion etched across his face, What are you doing there?

My heart races as I scramble for an excuse. I, uh, lost a bracelet, I stammer, wincing internally at how utterly unconvincing it sounds. Got it now, though, I finish.

Glad you found it, Tristan replies with a smile that practically oozes charm. I can just imagine him practicing it in front of a mirror for hours, trying to perfect its devastating effect. He extends a hand to help me up, and I grudgingly accept, trying to hide my irritation at his untimely interruption. I was so close to uncovering more about the conspiracy that led to my death!

Suppressing any signs of irritation, I bow my head and grasp Tristan's hand tightly. As I rise to my feet, Tristan's hand immediately finds its way to my waist. His touch is gentle yet tinged with a hint of sensuality that sends a shiver down my spine. He pulls me into his embrace, and I immediately catch a whiff of his lavender cologne.

His features are undeniably handsome and he's impeccably groomed, though his appearance seems almost too perfect, like he's spent ages carefully arranging every strand of hair. His clothes, too, are elegant and meticulously tailored, emphasizing his lean, muscular build.

Seraphina, he murmurs in a low, seductive tone, I've been looking for you all over. You weren't in the ballroom.

Disgusted by his hands on my waist, I swiftly but gently remove them, putting some distance between us. Trying my best to feign a smile, I ask, Why are you here, Tristan?

Ugh, why won't he just go away? I think to myself, my frustration mounting. I desperately want to return to spying on the Duke and Lady Clarissa, but Tristan seems determined to thwart me as he simply shrugs and gestures for me to follow him.

He doesn't answer my question, instead taking me by the arm and intending to lead me further into the garden. His grip is firm but not unkind, and for a moment, I consider slapping his hand away and running back to continue eavesdropping on the conspirators. But what can I do? If I make any noise, the Duke and Lady Clarissa would be alerted, and I can't risk being discovered. Besides, that's not the way Princess Seraphina would behave anyway.

So, instead, I grit my teeth and bear it as Tristan guides me deeper into the palace grounds, the moon casting a silvery glow over the path we tread. As I glance back at Lady Clarissa and the Duke, still engaged in hushed conversation, a sense of helplessness washes over me. I was so close.

Eventually, we arrive at a secluded part of the garden, where night-blooming flowers perfume the air and their vibrant colors seem almost otherworldly in the moonlight. It's undeniably beautiful, but I can't help but wonder why Tristan has brought me here. Does he intend to kill me, far from prying eyes? He seems strong enough, and as an Asterian guard, I'm sure he's been trained properly. Yet even though my new body isn't as skilled as my old one, I'm ready to resist him with everything I've got.

Almost unintentionally, I adopt a defensive stance, my muscles tensing. I watch warily as Tristan walks a few paces away, turning his back to me. I keep a close eye on him, my body ready to react at any moment. Abruptly, he spins around to face me, his gaze locking onto mine with a fierce determination. My heart beats faster as I struggle to understand the intensity in his eyes. What's going on here? I wonder silently to myself.

Princess Seraphina, Tristan begins, his voice uncharacteristically intense. As he approaches, I instinctively shift my weight and prepare to strike. My eyes lock onto his carotid artery, calculating the exact angle and pressure needed to render him unconscious. But then he speaks, and my focus shifts to his words: I need to ask you something important.

I brace myself, unsure of what to expect. Tristan takes a deep breath, and then, to my utter astonishment, he drops to one knee! No, no, this can't be happening, I whisper frantically to myself, unable to believe what I'm seeing. Please don't say anything else...

"I've loved you since