Return of the Angel

The war with the Alliance is over, but the heir of the Empire has been deprived of the dearest thing—his fiancée. Lissa was kidnapped, her memory was erased, and she was hidden in a harem. Now the beautiful Sultan claims her heart—and she hates Erika. The prince will do anything to get his love back, but the Empire faces a new threat: an ancient artifact that erases stars has ended up in very bad hands…

“Prologue

On a narrow bed, a young beautiful woman sat with her legs crossed. She stared with hatred at the wall opposite her and listened to the steps of her jailer approaching. She had already been in this cell for eighty-five days, waiting for her own death. That fate had been prepared for her by her beloved man. First he trampled her feelings, then his pride—deciding to marry a red-haired plebeian— and now he condemned her to execution. Yet she was supposed to become an empress. This role had been prepared for her since birth. And she would have been the best wife for the young Emperor Eric.

‘I hate you!’ Laveria hissed through clenched teeth, squeezing her fists. ‘I will destroy you! And you, your red-haired bitch, and all your Empire! Do you hear me? I’ll destroy it!’

The girl laughed—quiet, mad laughter—which turned into a cough. A signal sounded, and a part of the wall slid away silently, revealing the jailer, Valyus, in front of the prisoner.

‘Your Ladyship,’ he said quietly. The girl watched him cautiously.

‘You didn’t eat today,’

‘I’m not hungry,’ the beauty lifted her chin arrogantly. ‘Besides, why feed me if tomorrow the sentence will be carried out?’

‘The sentence hasn’t been carried out yet, Your Ladyship,’ Valyus said slowly. ‘Who knows what awaits us tomorrow?’

‘So you’re a philosopher,’ Laveria’s beautiful lips twisted into a smirk. She winced and rubbed her neck, which the magnetic collar—serving as a kind of guarantee that the prisoner wouldn’t run away—was rubbing. If she tried to escape, that collar would explode, leaving no chance to survive. The prison itself was located on an asteroid without an atmosphere. Here they sent death row convicts—those who were traitors and betrayers of the galaxy.

Laveria lowered her bare feet to the floor and approached Valyus. The man stood tense, but didn’t move.

‘Look at me,’ the girl whispered, touching his chin with her fingers. ‘You have such beautiful eyes!’

Reluctantly, he turned and did as she asked. It seemed entire universes died and were born in her gaze. Laveria’s eyes were hypnotic and wouldn’t let her think.

‘Save me!’ the girl breathed—and standing on her tiptoes, she crashed into his lips with a hot kiss.

This woman had long become the meaning of his life—his obsessive idea. She begged for the impossible, but without her everything lost its meaning. He would save her—whatever it cost him.”