The Dark-Hearted Prince and the Stunning Woman

He is as handsome and charming as Pan An reborn, yet cold-hearted, ruthless, and bloodthirsty. Consumed by an unrelenting hatred, he toys with her, uses her, and treats her as a pawn. He takes her innocence by force, then personally delivers her into his older brother’s arms.

She is devastatingly beautiful, yet there is nothing she can do about her lowly birth. She can never escape the shadow of that other woman. In their eyes, she is a pawn, a substitute, a stepping stone to power.

When her astonishing origins are revealed, when he has hurt her beyond recognition, when she has loved until she can love no more, she is no longer the same woman.

Man, for every day you make me suffer, I’ll make you suffer for a lifetime! If you make me suffer for a lifetime, I’ll make sure my shadow haunts you for all eternity!

An excerpt:

The torrential rain poured all night, and she knelt before the gravestone all night long. The icy rain soaked into her body, chilling her to the bone. Her frail figure trembled beneath the downpour like blossoms scattered by the wind. Her already pale face had grown even whiter, like a ghost in the dark.

Her soaked skirt clung tightly to her body, her hair was disheveled, and her clear eyes had lost their focus. It was impossible to tell the tears from the rain on her face. She could only repeat one question under her breath: “Why?”

“Why must I bear such a heavy debt?”

“Why must I keep suffering in this world?”

Her voice grew weaker, but her gaze was unshakably resolute. “Yu, let me join you! Let this be my payment for what I owe you!” With that, she summoned her last strength and hurled herself at the gravestone...

At the same moment, a man drenched from head to toe raced over from afar, moving so fast that the eye could barely follow. He desperately caught her frail body, his trembling hands touching her blood-covered forehead. His voice was so hoarse it was almost unrecognizable. “No, don’t die...”

“We both carry terrible debts, but please give me a chance to repay mine. Will you?” The man’s handsome face was filled with despair, yet his voice was extraordinarily gentle. He held her so tightly it was almost crushing, afraid that if he let go, their parting would be forever.

It seemed like the words she had waited a lifetime to hear, but they had come too late. She gazed tenderly at the man she had loved to the bone and who had hurt her just as deeply. She gently touched his handsome face and said in a hoarse, broken voice, “If only I had never met you!”