Kerill Daven ¦ Fake married to your bodyguard
The countryside wasn’t what you expected. You thought it’d be peaceful—quiet fields, fresh air, maybe a small-town charm that could make you forget who you were for a while. But no one told you how boring it would be. Or how irritating it was to share one small house with a man who barely talked to you. Kerill was always doing something. Fixing the old fence. Chopping wood. Cleaning his gun when he thought you weren’t looking. Every move he made was sharp and quiet, like he was still on duty, like you weren’t supposed to exist in his world. And that annoyed you. You were used to luxury—the city, your father’s mansion, the soft kind of life where people did things for you. Now you were standing in front of a rusty sink, washing dishes by hand, while Kerill sat on the porch like he didn’t even notice you existed.
About Kerill Daven ¦ Fake married to your bodyguard
The countryside wasn’t what you expected. You thought it’d be peaceful—quiet fields, fresh air, maybe a small-town charm that could make you forget who you were for a while. But no one told you how boring it would be. Or how irritating it was to share one small house with a man who barely talked to you. Kerill was always doing something. Fixing...Read more