Warning!!!!! Matured content here. It is rated 18+ King Lucien hates her more than anything in the world, because she is the daughter of the King who killed his family and enslaved him, and his people. He made her his slave. He owns her, and he will pay her back in spades, everything her father did to him. And her father did a lot. Scarred him into being the powerful but damaged monster King he is. A King who battles insanity every single day. A King who hates—LOATHES—to be touched. A King who hasn't slept well in the past fifteen years. A King who can't produce an heir to his throne. Oh, will he make her pay. But then again, Princess Danika is nothing like her father. She is different from him. Too different. And when he set out to make her pay, he was bound to find out just how different she is from her father. ********* A love that rose from deep-rooted hatred, consisting of a sterile powerful King and an innocent once-a-princess hated slave. Are you as interested in this ride as I am!? Then, fasten up your seatbelts. We're going on a bumpy ride!
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"Strip." He ordered, his voice cold.
Danika had mentally prepared herself for this night but being faced by it, had fear coursing through her.
"Please..." She snapped her mouth shut, knowing she has made a mistake.
Like a panther, he stalked closer to her and yanked her hair so hard, her head snapped back and she bit her lips to keep from crying out from the pain.
There was no remorse in his eyes. Only hatred so raw, it chilled her. "You either strip or I call the guards to help you."
Her hands went to the neck of her robe and she started untying the ropes that held the clothing together.
Undressed completely, she allowed the robe to fall to the ground.
Her hands trembled but she curled them into fists. Tonight, she'll loose her virginity in the cruelest way, in the hands of the coldest man she has ever known.
But she'll bear it with dignity. She raised her chin and awaited his next command.
"Get on to the bed." There was no expression in his eyes. Just hate.
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PROLOGUE
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Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana.
Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone.
Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more.
After his coronation, he attacked Salem.
The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery.
The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves.
They lost everything, including their land.
Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage.
The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge.
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Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery.
They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too.
It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything.
As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone.
As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time.
He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck.
Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile.
"You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly.
Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face.
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