My Dream Princess

80 Episodes

Elara’s life is a series of silent humiliations. An orphan working as a maid in the luxurious Sterling Hotel, she’s invisible to men like Caspian Sterling—the ruthless CEO who owns it all. The night of his corporate triumph, Caspian is betrayed. A rival spikes his drink with a lethal, excruciating toxin. Staggering through the service corridors, he crashes into a linen closet where Elara is hiding from her cruel supervisor. His vision is blurred, his body screaming. All he sees is a soft, cool presence. He mistakes her terrified stillness for consent, her whimpers for passion. To him, she’s not a person; she’s the only thing standing between him and death. He takes her with a brutal urgency born of agony. Elara, too shocked and scared to fight, endures it. By dawn, the drug has passed. Caspian wakes alone in a penthouse, his memory fragmented. But the evidence is undeniable: a single, stark bloodstain on the expensive sheets. That stain shatters him. It speaks of innocence stolen, of a violence he can’t recall. Instead of guilt, he feels a possessive, all-consuming pull. He *must* find her. Using his immense power, he locks down the hotel, interrogating every female employee. Elara, terrified of his wrath and the scandal, tries to disappear. But Caspian is a hunter. When he finally corners the trembling maid, he doesn’t see a victim. He sees his. "You saved me," he growls, his voice a dark promise. "Now you belong to me." He drags her into his glittering world, a gilded cage where his obsession grows daily. But his enemies are still out there, and they’ve just found his new, fragile weakness: the dream princess he’ll do anything to keep.

Introduction

Elara’s life is a series of silent humiliations. An orphan working as a maid in the luxurious Sterling Hotel, she’s invisible to men like Caspian Sterling—the ruthless CEO who owns it all. The night of his corporate triumph, Caspian is betrayed. A rival spikes his drink with a lethal, excruciating toxin. Staggering through the service corridors, he crashes into a linen closet where Elara is hiding from her cruel supervisor. His vision is blurred, his body screaming. All he sees is a soft, cool presence. He mistakes her terrified stillness for consent, her whimpers for passion. To him, she’s not a person; she’s the only thing standing between him and death. He takes her with a brutal urgency born of agony. Elara, too shocked and scared to fight, endures it. By dawn, the drug has passed. Caspian wakes alone in a penthouse, his memory fragmented. But the evidence is undeniable: a single, stark bloodstain on the expensive sheets. That stain shatters him. It speaks of innocence stolen, of a violence he can’t recall. Instead of guilt, he feels a possessive, all-consuming pull. He *must* find her. Using his immense power, he locks down the hotel, interrogating every female employee. Elara, terrified of his wrath and the scandal, tries to disappear. But Caspian is a hunter. When he finally corners the trembling maid, he doesn’t see a victim. He sees his. "You saved me," he growls, his voice a dark promise. "Now you belong to me." He drags her into his glittering world, a gilded cage where his obsession grows daily. But his enemies are still out there, and they’ve just found his new, fragile weakness: the dream princess he’ll do anything to keep.