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Conquering His Cold Heart

Princess Anastasia of Orsenia is regarded as the kingdom’s treasure. However, she carries a heavy secret— she is diagnosed with an incurable illness. She is fated to die before she turns 18. For years, her parents desperately searched for a cure but to no avail. That is, until a mysterious letter arrives, claiming that the only way Anastasia can escape her cruel fate is to send her to a monster: King Caspain, the ruler of Sorvando, a vampire kingdom. The letter prophesizes that Anastasia will live, only if she makes that bloodthirsty King fall in love with her. However, Anastasia knows it’s nearly an impossible task. Sorvando is filled with dangers. And she is only but a weak human. Yet, her will to live won over her fear. No matter how cruel the king may be, Anastasia will still try to win his heart. Now, if only she can keep her own heart from falling for him as well. *** [Excerpt] “Cas-pian…” And he looked back to see that she was biting her lower lip as though she greatly enjoyed that kiss. He smirked again and whispered in his deeply seductive voice, “I like my name even more ever since I started hearing it from your beautiful lips. And I like it even further when you say it in that hushed tone.” Anastasia had no idea what Caspian was hinting at yet. So he dropped some more hints, “Wife, weren’t you asking me what the first night meant? Let me show you.”

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Sob Story

“So, all this happened because you got fucking hungry?”

Caspian asked in a low growl when Isaac, who was explaining everything, stopped talking. Caspian was so mad that he felt like jumping at Isaac again and ripping his head off after digging his chest for the heart.

Isaac couldn’t say anything except lower his head in shame. He could barely remember what happened after he followed the strange man in the state of his trance. So, he didn’t speak anything more.

John couldn’t pick up where Isaac had left and retell the incident because he was too shaken by the chilling glare of the King.

Vincent, on the other hand, could already sense the thickening tension in the air. He did not want Caspian to have another fit of rage because he knew that if that happened, there would be dead bodies lying left and right.

So, he tightly gripped Caspian on the shoulder so as to remind him not to be aggressive and then prompted John to speak.