She asked for a tragic ending. She never expected to live it.
Emilia George is obsessed with books—especially the ones that hurt. The more heartbreaking the ending, the better. So when a mysterious, velvet-voiced bookstore owner offers her a rare, unknown title after her requested book goes missing, Emilia is intrigued. But the book is empty—save for one cryptic sentence in Gaelic.
When she reads the words aloud, Emilia and her best friend Gabby are thrown into the pages of the book—into a haunting, gothic world ruled by a dangerously alluring and half-mad Duke named Sebastian Everhart.

Now trapped in a story that’s still being written, Emilia becomes the Duke’s reluctant Duchess, her life unfolding across the blank pages. But this isn’t just a fantasy. Her family—twisted reflections of their real selves—have followed her into the tale, each of them scheming to betray the Duke and use Emilia as the key to steal his power.
As Emilia battles loyalty, deception, and a slow-burning romance with a man the world calls mad, she’s forced to question everything—including the cost of a great story.
Because the deeper she falls for Sebastian, the clearer one thing becomes:
This is a story destined for heartbreak. And she asked for it.

The Duke of Duchester

The Party

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Emilia's POV
I strolled down the corridor, cleaning off my tears with the back of my hand. The makeup came off more and more on the back of my hands, the rouge staining the clear porcelain skin of my hands a little pink.
I didn't care about the makeup, even though I must now look hideous because of...

Emilia's POV

I strolled down the corridor, cleaning off my tears with the back of my hand. The makeup came off more and more on the back of my hands, the rouge staining the clear porcelain skin of my hands a little pink.
I didn't care about the makeup, even though I must now look hideous because of...

I Am Sorry