Eustoma_Reyna

[Warning: r18+/strong mature content]
“I'm sure you’ll find my arms more comfortable than anything else in this world...”

King Darius Grant - the mighty ruler of the Kingdom of Cordon. He was ruthless and impetuous against his enemies. His mere presence screamed with rugged authority; his aura alone was more than enough for some of his enemies to admit defeat and run away at just the sight of him.

But despite all of this, he was powerless and shameless over one woman… his mate - the Princess of Ebodia whom he refused to let go.

Find out how things would turn out for our possessive King who's dead set on using the Crown's Entrapment to make his mate his by any means necessary. Will he be able to succeed and conquer her all - body, heart, and soul?
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Note: 
Volume 1 & 2: Main Story 
Status: Completed (Chapters 1 to 555)

Volume 3: Side Story
Status: Completed (Chapters 556 to 641)
"I can only declare myself a winner once I manage to conquer your heart..."

Volume 4: Side Story
Status: Completed (Chapters 642 to 701)
"Love was never in my vocabulary when it comes to women until you came..."

Volume 5:
Status: Completed (Chapters 702 to 805)
“I choose you… you who greedily occupies all the space in my heart…”

Special Chapters onwards - completed

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The Crown's Entrapment

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Clara held a smile as she let Shila fix up her appearance for the coming party. In a way it was nostalgic to see herself being dressed up like this. Why, the last time it even happened was years ago, back when she was still… Still a ward of the royal family…

She blinked away a sentimental tear that she didn't even know she had. Letting off a smile, she reassured, "I'm fine. I just remembered a few things, that's all…"

"What kind of things?" Shila asked. "Assuming that I'm not overstepping my boundaries."

Clara took in a deep breath before she started speaking. "Being fixed up like this… I'm an orphan, and the last person that did this for me was the Queen Mother…"

Shila's hands stilled in between fixing up her hair. But before Clara could turn around, the older woman had already returned to her task.

"I'm fine, my dear," Shila reassured her, her fingers combing through her hair. "Please continue."

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