The Billionaire's Fairy Bride

red, casting shadows across her pale face. She ran her fingers through her limp, dark hair, wincing as she pulled at a stubborn tangle. No matter how much

er the icy lands of the Dangone Empire. But that life felt like a distant memory now, like a dream from a past life. She had dyed her hair countless times,

to completely mask the shimmering silver beneath. There were times when the dye would fade unexpectedly, reve

of danger. If anyone recognized her for what she was, it could mean the end of the quiet life she had tried so har

he snow would glisten under the pale light of the twin moons. She remembered the grand halls of the palace, where she had played as a child, her

lace was stormed, her family scattered to the winds. She had been smuggled out of Dangone in the dead of night, hidden away by loyal servants who had dyed her hair and told her to forget who she

ft behind had followed her, and the fear of being discovered weighed on her like a stone ar

had once been. Her once radiant hair was dull and lifeless, her once vibrant eyes now tired and hollow. But the

hite color shimmered in the candlelight. No matter how hard she tried to

a was a place of beauty and danger, a place where dragons soared above the clouds and elves with their crimson hair and steely gre

, like the elves with their sharp, pointed ears and eyes that could pierce through steel, or the dragons who, in their human form, bore the marks of

lth and influence were matched only by his ruthlessness. He was a man of few words and fewer friends, a dragon who had built an empir