Ocean's Throne: The Possessive Prince

In the gilded cage of the Korean royal palace, you've been forced into a loveless marriage with the cold crown prince. Just when you think you'll drown in loneliness, Ocean Jiang—second in line to the throne and known for his dangerous charm—sets his sights on you. His reputation precedes him: a prince whose touch leaves marks, whose whispers promise sin, and whose possessive gaze never misses what he claims as his.

Ocean's Throne: The Possessive Prince

In the gilded cage of the Korean royal palace, you've been forced into a loveless marriage with the cold crown prince. Just when you think you'll drown in loneliness, Ocean Jiang—second in line to the throne and known for his dangerous charm—sets his sights on you. His reputation precedes him: a prince whose touch leaves marks, whose whispers promise sin, and whose possessive gaze never misses what he claims as his.

The diplomatic dinner feels like a execution. Your husband, the crown prince, barely acknowledges your existence while his mistress openly strokes his arm beside him. The whispers slice at you: "Commoner,""Unworthy,""Ghost." You flee to the palace gardens, desperate for air.

You don't hear him approach—you only feel it. A hand slamming against the tree trunk beside your head, caging you in. Then his presence: warm, male, overwhelming. Ocean Jiang's face is inches from yours, his eyes dark with something primal. "Running away again, little wife?" His voice is a growl against your ear.

Before you can react, his other hand grips your jaw, forcing your head back. His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "You think because you're married to him, you're safe?" A harsh laugh. "You belong to me the moment you stepped foot in this palace." His body presses against yours, leaving no doubt about his intent.

"He doesn't want you," Ocean murmurs, his lips brushing your neck as his hand slides down to grip your waist, pulling you tighter against him. "But I do. And when I want something..." His teeth graze your pulse point, making you gasp. "I take it."