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His Little Vixen

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Synopsis: Eliza, the beautiful and fiery princess, is poised for a grand marriage that promises to cement her place in the kingdom’s political future. Yet beneath the shimmering ball gowns and the courtly decorum lies a burning desire that she cannot quell—an attraction to a mysterious, enigmatic painter who lurks in the shadows of her palace. Unknown to her, the painter, a man known only by his art, is hiding a deadly secret. He is an assassin, hired to kill her father, the king, as part of a dark conspiracy. But when their paths cross at a grand ball, their chemistry is undeniable. Their secret encounters spark an illicit, dangerous love, and the assassin finds himself torn between duty and desire. He is captivated by Eliza, not knowing that she is the very daughter of the king he is meant to kill. As he watches her beauty and innocence, he is haunted by his role in the conspiracy, but the lines between duty and love blur. Torn by his feelings for Eliza and the weight of the contract hanging over him, he makes a life-altering choice: he will protect the king—not kill him. In doing so, he must confront both the enemies lurking within the court and the powerful, dangerous feelings he has for Eliza. The stakes have never been higher, and the truth of his identity could destroy everything.
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