Conquered by the Possessive Prince

SHE IS THE DEBT I INTEND TO COLLECT. Her father was a fool who gambled away a prize he could not afford to lose. To settle his ruin, he offered me his daughter. I looked at Desiree and saw a commoner with the eyes of a saint. I did not want a mistress. I wanted a wife I could mold. I took her from the gutter and dragged her into my palace. She fights me with her silence. She tries to hold onto the girl she used to be. It is a futile effort. Every touch is a lesson in who owns her. Every night is a reminder that her body belongs to the crown. I will have her heart, her soul, and the heir my kingdom demands.