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My Evil Crown Prince

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WARNING: [R-18] Fairy tales usually end in happy endings. But the life of a royal is not always a lap of luxury. Twelve years ago, she became the Crown Princess and the fiance of the next King of Flousia, but a strict rule was given to her that the engagement should be kept a secret. Alira Eleanor Wilson was the daughter of the wealthiest family in the country. As an heiress, she was treated like a delicate flower—always guarded and protected. And she was good at following the rules. At the age of six, she got engaged to the Crown Prince of the neighbouring country. But after the engagement, she was sent back home and never seen him again. Caden Hulls-Richards became the secret heir to the throne of Flousia at the age of six. He became the Crown Prince when the kingdom was at war with the mafia. He got engaged to Alira, his childhood crush, but was separated from her because of some circumstances. They were childhood sweethearts. He was the sweetest boy when they were young. He was her first love and being the crown princess she felt like fairy tales were real. But twelve years without seeing each other and years of longing and hope, Alira felt betrayed and abandoned. She had enough of always following the rules and being protected all the time. She decided to join her friends in a group date, but ended up being caught by none other than her fiance. And what if she discovered her prince charming had two identities? A crown prince by day and the boss of the most notorious Mafia Clan by night. Can she perfectly portray both role as the crown princess and the future wife of a mafia boss? ****************************************** EXCERPT: Her eyes widened while looking at Caden's naked body. But what made her heart beat faster was when he turned to look at her. His eyes seemed so cold and distant. As if he wasn't the Caden she knew. He stared at her like she was someone he didn't know. "C-Caden, I-I'm sorry. I called your name b-but you didn't answer." She stuttered. She was supposed to run away when Caden walked toward him. She froze and couldn't take a single step. His upper body wasn't full of scars, but it was full of tattoos. He had a rose tattoo on his neck, a skull pierced with a sword, and wings on his chest. THIS IS A SEQUEL OF MY BOOK MY EVIL BOY TOY! PLEASE SUPPORT THIS BOOK AND LET'S FOLLOW CADEN AND ALIRA'S LOVE STORY. **Book cover is mine. Art by elkshan.** Please do not repost! Contact me at [email protected] Instagram: authorsky_maiden Facebook: Sky Maiden FB Link: https://www.facebook.com/sky.maiden.121 Tiktok: sky_maiden
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