Kim Sol Da

Cesare Caruso, a renowned actor and a global superstar, appeared to have it all—fame, fortune, and an impeccable reputation.
Yet, hidden beneath the surface was a secret he had guarded for years—he was an Omega.
That carefully guarded secret came crashing down in one fateful night, during a glamorous masquerade ball aboard a luxurious cruise ship.
Overwhelmed by an unexpected heat cycle, Cesare loses control of himself, devoured by his own desires and falling into the arms of a mysterious Alpha—a reckless moment that changed everything.

[Zahir al-Tamid. That’s my name.]

To his shock, the Alpha was Zahir—a proud prince from an oil-rich kingdom and an unwelcome figure from Cesare’s past.
Worse, that night left Cesare unexpectedly pregnant!
Before Cesare could make sense of it all, Zahir made a grand entrance at Cesare’s mansion by helicopter, uninvited, catching the attention of major media outlets around the world, demanding a settlement claiming that Cesare shall be responsible for ‘imprinting’ a royal family like him!

“...Seriously, it’s not as if I have a ludicrous $2 billion just lying around, you know.”
“Thus, marry me, Cesare.”

Pregnancy, imprinting, and a royal marriage proposal—showered by a series of unwanted events, Cesare is desperate to find a way to cut ties with Zahir.
But Zahir, stubborn and relentless, has no plans to let go.
Can Cesare outrun the tempest, or will it pull him under?

#BL #Omegaverse #Obsessive #Crybaby #One-sideLove #Prince #Superior


Text copyright ⓒ 2024 by Kim Sol Da
All right reserved.

The Korean edition was originally written by 김솔다, Korea
Translated and Published by We’ve Lab.

Critical Stage

As soon as Rida’s babbling was heard, Zahir woke up with a start and removed his sleep mask.


Fortunately, the baby was still asleep.


Judging by the rosy tint of his cheeks, he was probably dreaming about seeing his dad.


Still drowsy, Zahir touched his index finger to the tiny, fiddling hand, pondering this question.


Rida gently grasped his father’s finger with his small, delicate hands.


Finding this unbearably adorable, Zahir patted his chest soothingly.


That was when he noticed someone approaching—it was his secretary, who had been assisting him for nearly fifteen years.


Seeing that Rida was asleep, the secretary typed a message on his phone and showed it to Zahir instead of speaking out loud to avoid waking the child.


[We will be there in one hour, Your Highness.]


The thought of seeing Cesare after just a few days apart quickened his heartbeat.


Side Story 1 - Petty Jealousy (1)