An Eastern Beauty on Satan's Island

Amoris spent the entire evening thinking about the black-haired, pale-skinned woman at the execution ground. The priest said she was a prisoner from the East. Her only accomplice was executed in the square. The gunshots startled a flock of gulls searching for food, sending them flying as her black hair whipped in the wind. The blazing sun over the island could not melt the quiet ice in her eyes. Angels in the chapel played a song that made the heart skip a beat. At first, Zhuang Chunyue only wanted to escape from that prison. Later, she would do anything to escape from Amoris. “Honorable Warden, I never killed that male servant. The Paris court made the wrong judgment. Please give me another chance to appeal.” When she tried to plead her case to the aristocratic warden, all she could see in his pale blue eyes was a deep-seated desire. His answer was a key placed in her palm. “Come to my room tonight.” Zhuang Chunyue could see that the warden was noble and arrogant, ignorant of the East yet full of contempt for it. She could sell her body and still not get what she wanted. She took the key and escaped from the inner prison. Zhuang Chunyue ran for her life, but at the Suriname border, she was caught all the same. In the end, she was dragged into his bedroom, the sea closing over her head as no one came to save her. At first, Amoris called her “Madam.” Once his mask was torn away, he called her “little slave.” In Paris, he called her his mistress. In Provence, he asked her to make vows before God, promising never to part. Zhuang Chunyue never fell in love. She escaped again and again, and failed again and again. Even after giving birth to a daughter, she never let go of her determination to return to her homeland. When she finally had the chance to board a ship home, she didn't hesitate for a moment. Across the water, Amoris raced to the pier in a fury, but all he saw was her resolute back, like a flag of victory waving in the wind, never to turn around. At first, Amoris thought he had merely caught a blue butterfly and placed it under a golden cage; only later did he understand that he had encountered a sea storm that would rage for a hundred years without ever calming. Proud French aristocratic warden x beautiful Suzhou prisoner framed while studying in Paris. Content warnings: The main story takes place between 1920 and 1930. It is loosely fictionalized and involves no wars or real-life figures. Possessive relationship, both leads are sexually inexperienced. The male lead is unhinged; the heroine resists, and he abuses her physically. Includes a touch of supernatural elements. There is a scene where, on someone else's advice, the male lead goes to the red-light district to prove that the heroine is no different from other women to him, but leaves because the smell is overpowering. No contact occurs. Prepublication: The Last Spring The news that Pei Zhuyi, the emperor's maternal uncle, had died on the battlefield reached the capital. A pale hand braced against the doorframe, and a heavily pregnant woman stepped out of his prison. In the final month of her pregnancy, Ying Zhiwei hid the baby she had just given birth to. Passing herself off as an unmarried woman, she entered the marquis's residence and schemed to marry the younger son of the Ming family. “Cousin.” On the magpie bridge in the capital, she beckoned with an embroidered handkerchief, looking delicate and lovely. When Ming Hongjian saw his beloved, his eyes lit up. “Third Young Lady.” The tall man who turned with him had a handsome face like something out of a nightmare. Ying Zhiwei nearly turned and ran. The demon who had imprisoned her had returned from hell. Pei Zhuyi had lost all his memories and thought she was merely a helpless young cousin staying at the Ming residence. Suppressing his fluttering heart, he greeted her politely. “Greetings, Third Young Lady Ying.” Ying Zhiwei's murderous urges rose at once. Later, Pei Zhuyi remembered that he had fought for the world only because Third Young Lady Ying had once said she wanted to be empress. His ways hadn't changed. He treated unmarried women's bedrooms as his own comings and goings, trapped Ying Zhiwei at the foot of the bed, and forcibly shoved the empress's seal into her hands. “You can use it to crack walnuts, but don't throw it at my face.” A bird will once more alight on the lake where it once drowned; fireflies will flee forever through the distant, pitch-black night. Theme: Stay focused on your goals and never give up.