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"Tsk." 

"See, what your disobedience did." He rasped in a mocking tone. His head tilted to the left as he peered down at her with a malicious smirk that one would immediately know that he was the cause of the disaster around her. 

Sasha scooted back in horror and turned around, she stood up on her trembling legs, and just as she took a few steps to get away from the monster behind her, she ended up facing him.

He was pale, he had red eyes and he was everything but a gentleman.

Only if that one unfortunate day, she didn't help him, hell wouldn't have cocooned her in its embrace.

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Sasha Walton known as the kindest princess among the kingdoms was a twenty-two years old sunshine of her kingdom that once bloomed in glory. Every other person admired her because of her kind and friendly nature. With her kindness came her bravery...but with her kindness she ended up falling in the claws of a merciless beast who wasn't even a human to begin with.

Ragnar was a king no one had ever seen but was feared by the whole world. He lurked in the shadows of the night and feasted on his enemies. He was known as the cruelest king and on one fortunate night, he came across someone so opposite to his world yet the cause of his curse.

He was intrigued and obsessed with her, he always had been.

He yearned to possess her, claim her, and captivate her in every possible way he could because little Sasha belonged to him in every sinful way.



The King's Dark Obsession

“Pardon me, I didn't know he was still the same scumbag from back then, the only thing that changed about him is that he at least loves someone, his people," Fiona said, eyeing Ragnar with scrutiny through her lashes. Ragnar was leaning against his master chair with his head leaning back and eyes fixed up on the ceiling, his boots on the table with a few papers scattered right beside his boots, a cuss escaped his lips. 


"F*king peasant. I would have snapped his neck long ago into two. I'm merely hanging on to the string of control all because of you." Ragnar spat in a rugged voice as he lowered his head and massaged his temple with his right hand while his eyes remained closed. 


"Fate played such a cruel trick on us. It's all messed up. My past lover and your past lover are bound together in a marriage which none of them is happy with." Fiona said and walked further, putting her hands on the table she bent down and leaned forward. 


CHAPTER 41