Fate To Fake: Loved by the Fallen; Fated to Kill the Divine - Chapter 177: Is… is there a way to bring back the corrupted ones?

David traveled to America and became an inspector for the most powerful law enforcement agency, the IRS.On December 3, 2021, America Congress passed a piece of legislation.It stipulated that from now on, any criminal activity, whether smuggling, robbery, fraud, etc., had to pay full taxes to the IRS.Since then, David had become the nightmare of all criminals in America.Until one day, his blade reached towards the heads of Freemasonry and the Federal Reserve!

A broken man who ended his own life finds himself reincarnated into the game he used to play. However, instead of becoming the protagonist or a powerful antagonist, fate places him in the role of a minor villain—a mere stepping stone for the protagonist in the game's first arc.

In her past life, he ruined her. In this one, he won’t let her go.In her past life, Princess Katerina was promised to Prince Maximilian, the man she loved… until he betrayed her and destroyed her name beyond repair.When duty demanded it, she married King Dorian to save her people. It was a marriage born of sacrifice, not desire.But Maximilian never let her go.Even after ascending the throne of a rival kingdom, he pursued her relentlessly... not as a lover, but as a hunter. An enemy king. A shadow that followed her across borders and battlefields. A war she could never escape.Because of him, she lost everything.Her name.Her achievements.And the most unforgivable loss of all... her children.She died without ever understanding why he destroyed her… or why he never stopped.Reincarnated into the modern world as Catherine Preston, she wants only one thing: a quiet life.She has wealth, a powerful family that adores her, and a brilliant mind meant for research, not war. This time, she believes merit will protect her. This time, she believes the world is fairer.She is wrong.Traitors circle her once more—stealing her work, erasing her name, cornering her with smiles and contracts.And just as she stands on the edge of ruin…he appears again.Not as her enemy.Not as a king.But as her savior.“Marry me,” Maximilian Whitmore says calmly. “I’ll give you everything you dream of.”Catherine refuses. She will not trust the man who destroyed her once already.But fate has other plans.A curse.A bond.A shackle she cannot break.The only way to ease the curse… is intimacy with the man she despised.Bound once more to the enemy king of her past life, Catherine must face a terrifying question:Does Maximilian truly not remember what he did… or is he hiding the truth behind those unreadable eyes?And when King Dorian returns in this life, offering her peace and safety…Two men.Two pasts.One woman who remembers everything.In a world where names mean power and love is a battlefield, was Maximilian her greatest enemy…or the truth she was never meant to uncover?A reincarnation romance of obsession, betrayal, fate-bound love, and painful second chances.#A heart-throbbing reincarnation romance filled with obsession, power, betrayal, and fate-bound love.#Enemies to lovers. Soul shackles. Overbearing kings. Painful second chances.#Slowburn romance.Update will be once a day and there will be bonus chapters if we reach milestones.Hope you'll join me in this journey.

BOOK TWO OF THE HAMILTON SERIESWARNING: A Regency Era novel. Adult content with detailed smut…Read at you own risk⚠️⛔️Genre: Historical Romance / Smut / Enemies-to-Lovers / Mystery / Comedy[Book Two of the Hamilton Series. Can be read as a standalone, but better enjoyed after Lady Ines’ Scandalous Hobby.]To the world, Duke Rowan Hamilton is the perfect gentleman. But in the bedroom, he is a man possessed.Rowan Hamilton has it all: a Ducal title, the face of a fallen angel, and a smile that makes debutantes faint. He is the “Golden Duke”—charming, responsible, and utterly adored by society.But it’s all a lie.Beneath the coats and polite manners, Rowan is a man haunted by a ghost. For three years, he has remained faithful to the memory of a masked woman who stole a kiss, bested him at a game of chance, and vanished into the night. He doesn't want any one as his wife; he wants her.When his domineering aunt tires of his bachelorhood, she hires London’s most notorious underground matchmaker to force the issue.Enter Miss Delaney Kingsley.She is sharp-tongued, infuriatingly competent, and entirely unimpressed by his title. Her mission? To drag Rowan to the altar with the season’s “Diamond,” Lady Celine, within three months to collect the juicy payment Rowan’s aunt had to offer.Rowan intends to fire the meddlesome woman. But when Delaney looks at him with those hazel, intelligent eyes and orders him around like a young lad, he feels the first spark of life he’s felt in years.He decides to play her game. He will let her “coach” him on how to woo a lady. He will let her teach him how to dance, how to flirt, and how to seduce.But he has no intention of using those lessons on Lady Celine.“You were hired to find me a Duchess, Miss Kingsley. But the only person I want in my duchy and in my bed... is you.”As the lessons turn into forbidden nights and the bickering turns into scorching passion, Rowan begins to suspect that his matchmaker is hiding a secret of her own.She moves like a shadow, handles a rifle like a soldier, and tastes exactly like the ghost he’s been hunting for three years.What to Expect:* The Golden Retriever Duke: Who turns into a possessive Alpha behind closed doors.* The Matchmaker Trope: She’s trying to marry him off; he’s trying to take her clothes off.* High Heat: Slow burn that explodes into intense smut.* Competence Kink: He falls harder every time she bosses him around.* Cameos: Featuring the chaotic domestic life of Duchess Ines and Duke Carcel (and their baby Harry!).Excerpt:“Your Grace, please focus,” Delaney snapped, adjusting his cravat with efficient, gloved hands. “Lady Celine is waiting in the ballroom. You must look at her as if she is the only woman in the world.”Rowan caught her wrist, stopping her movements. He stepped into her space, backing her against the heavy oak door of the study, his “Golden Boy” mask slipping to reveal the hunger beneath.“And how, exactly, does one do that, Miss Kingsley?” he whispered, his voice rough. “Show me.”“I—I cannot show you, I am merely the coach—”“Then teach me,” he growled, lowering his head until his lips brushed the sensitive skin of her neck. “Teach me how to pretend I am not burning alive every time you walk into a room.”