His Abused Princess
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Last published Tue, Sep 14, 2021
"If she has ever chosen you, she would have protested me. But her silence is making it clear that she has chosen her husband over anything." Hearing such words she stopped dead in her tracks as she looked at her.
But Dhairya stood there in tears of agony, betrayal and humiliation. She looked at her husband to find any humanity which she hoped to survive there. But to her misfortune, she only found coldness. She felt as if she was tore into half, her blood drained and she felt her heart shattering into million of pieces.
She couldn't believe the person she saved from death, the person whom she loved, the person whom she fought for, the person whom she always respected is one who would now take her dignity away.
But still her heart wasn't able to accept, so she let him do whatever he desired.
As he slashed down his sword on her, she stood still, without moving a single inch and soon she felt her top and skirt started to slide down in front of whole kingdom...
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DARK ROMANCE | ABUSED | HATE STORY
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The girl who always lived for others, a perfect daughter, a perfect sister, a perfect student, a perfect princess, a perfect queen and a perfect wife, she was everything. Everyone loved her over their king. But what happened that caused them all to hate her to the core?
With great powers not only great responsibilities, but also a great pain comes. So what would it cost the history's most powerful women? What pain she has to go through?
Story of a princess who was rewarded with most cruel way for her devotion and sacrifices. How the most powerful women of history become the most abused one? How she became his abused princess?
WARNING: Story may consist of dark sense that can trigger thing for light heart people, so read it on your own risk.
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