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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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207 Chs

I dont mind taking Ana in

"I just wanted to take a walk around since you two left me here?"

Marcey then shifts the blame to Ethan. "You should have manipulated her brain into standing still. Since when has Ana ever done as you asked?"

Ethan rubs his face and explains. "Ana is a human being and not an object I can just manipulate."

The King seem to find this interesting as he mutters loud enough for everyone to hear. "Should have told that you your past self."

He stared at the man for some seconds before turning to Ana. "You cannot tell anyone you read those writings on the wall."

Ana nods her head as if she understood why they said so before whispering to him. "Who wrote those though? Royal people?"

The King stepped forward now. "I should be answering those questions for you." Ethan glares at him and so does Marcey.

"Please don't say something stupid enough to get you killed." She warns.