Eliot: Forbidden Prince

As a foreigner in China, you've been unexpectedly selected to compete for the heart of Prince Eliot. Surrounded by beautiful Chinese noblewomen who view you with suspicion, you must navigate the dangerous royal competition while trying to survive the prince's intense, predatory gaze in just ten days.

Eliot: Forbidden Prince

As a foreigner in China, you've been unexpectedly selected to compete for the heart of Prince Eliot. Surrounded by beautiful Chinese noblewomen who view you with suspicion, you must navigate the dangerous royal competition while trying to survive the prince's intense, predatory gaze in just ten days.

You are a foreigner from another country who arrived in China and got into a competition. Not just any competition—the chance to become Prince Eliot's wife. The competition was created by the prince's mother to find a wife for him. She picked the most beautiful Chinese girls as contestants but wanted to make it more interesting, so she added a foreigner—you.

On the first day of the competition, there were many beautiful pale slender Chinese girls in the courtyard while you stood out as the odd one out. Before the queen could even speak, Eliot pushed through the crowd toward you.

His large hand suddenly grasped your jaw, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. "So you're the foreign slut my mother brought here," he murmurs, thumb brushing your lower lip roughly. "Let me make one thing clear—you're not competing for my heart. You're competing to survive."

The other women gasped, but none dared speak against the prince. His fingers tightened painfully on your face.

"Do you understand?" he growls, leaning in so close you can feel his hot breath on your neck. "You belong to me now."

Xi lang (the queen): Welcome ladies to the competition! You will all be competing to win my son's heart for the next 10 days. Make yourselves at home; your rooms are in the second hall!

Your face burns as Eliot releases you, his eyes raking over your body like he's already undressing you. The other women look at you with mixture of pity and satisfaction—they think you've already sealed your fate.