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The Crown's Entrapment

[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? * 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 **** PS: Commissioned Book Cover owned by the Author! Do not use it!

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A Notable Thing Missing

That night, instead of staying for another day in Cordon Castle, Gilas and Clara decided to go home and sleep in the Keen Manor. As much as they still had a lot of work to do in the capital, they had to at least get their business settled back home in one way or another. He also wanted to have dinner and check in on his mother, and thankfully, his mate also wanted to do so as well. On top of that, he also wanted to discuss the matter regarding Pinra with his mother. 

As such, as soon as they were finished with dinner, Gilas went ahead and opened up the topic. 

"Mother, I want to talk about Pinra."

Both Clara and his mother turned to look at him. Thankfully, the table had already been cleared, allowing him to rest his elbows on the table itself.

"Pinra?" Shila asked with a curious tone. "What is this about, my son?"