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Our King's Deadly Sin

Anastasia Brown. A fierce yet careless young lady. All alone in a world of cruelty. Surrounded by enemies with no one to trust. Ethan Dmitri Petrov. An introverted demon billionaire with a dark past and a wounded soul. Although looking perfect on the outside, it was impossible to weigh the kind of pain Ethan held inside him. Soothed by an imaginary female he began to write letters to 200 years ago, he was able to survive through the world of war and the numerous innocent blood he had shed. Somehow, 200 years later the letters get to Anastasia who seem to not give a care in the world but things start to change the moment Ana becomes moved by the romance and pain passed through words and starts to write back to a man she is not aware of. With another war lurking around, unexpected people plotting deceit and Ethans unacceptable sin of the time he was known as Dmitri, is there a silver lining for them, or is there life meant to be hell on earth? Will Ana be his rescue or would she be his arrest? Excerpt Truthfully he responds. "Money flows with me. Together, we are the root of all evil. You will not do well with a man like me." Her eyes shone when she heard money and her brain began to process 1000 things money would do to her. Leaning forward, she places her left hand on his and softly says. "Then we should get married. You see, marrying the root of all evil has been my lifetime goal." Ethan was left speechless.

introvertedauthor · Fantasy
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Boss too is a bastard

Ethans expression didnt change a bit and it made Ans wonder if he even wants her to know about the things he ahd told her the day before. They were indeed naked truth as he had said them right after having his lips in a place he shouldn't have them.

"I told her some things yesterday. I am not sure if Ana remembers them though." He says making it easy for her to speak.

"I do remember."

Marcey became interested and picked a snack off the table. She crossed her legs and tells Ana. "The party is tomorrow. You two still remember don't you? Ethan, please tell me you have a suitable tuxedo? And definitely not one of those oldies you wear centuries ago?"

He laughed. A short one. "Your sense of fahsion must be really low if you still think my tuxedo is out of date. And yes we have dresses ready Marcey."