A princess's duty is to be beautiful, quiet, not loud, to be seen and not to be heard, which was how Dahlia lived most of her life. Bound by the expectations of her title, she spent years trying to prove to her father that she was more than just a princess and capable of being more than an ornament in his court but each time she never got the chance. Instead, she was forced into a marriage of convenience with the bravest knight in all the kingdom, Reagan Hawthorne.

Dahlia thought she would use this marriage to escape the brutal crutches of her father and glide out of her cage but Reagan’s cold disdain was an unexpected prison of its own. While he waged wars on distant lands, she stayed behind, holding his household together and protecting the people he seemed to ignore. But Dahlia carried a dangerous secret. By day, she was the perfect wife. By night, she became the "Black Knight," a masked vigilante fighting for justice in the shadows.

Reagan returned, ready to focus on his personal mission: avenging his father’s death. To him, Dahlia was just another pawn in his plans—a spoiled princess he needed to tolerate. But as cracks began to form in her perfect façade, Reagan couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to his wife than met the eye.

Now, with enemies circling closer and their secrets threatening to collide, Dahlia and Reagan must confront the lies they’ve told themselves and each other. But when masks fall and truths are revealed, will their fragile bond withstand the storm—or will it shatter beyond repair?

One wound. One secret. One night that changes everything.

Another explosion rocked this whole place again and this time I could feel it through my whole body. Maryanne's gaze widened in shock as she stared around fearfully. The sisters grabbed our arms, trying to get us out of here and while whoever it was were still attacking us from the outside, at least I hoped that was where they are.


The moment the doors opened, everything was in chaos. Women dressed in white ran helter-skelter some tripping all over their feet in an effort to get away from the unseen danger. It was all so rowdy and everyone were tripping on their own feet to get to safety. Some of the sisters were busy trying to guide them to go somewhere safe, some place that was hidden on beneath the mountain.


"What about Ivana and Heather?" I asked as we fell into steps along with the women who were running for sanctuary.


Chapter 159 - Like A Coward