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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

If she had his heart in her palm

Ana tried to shrink back into the chair but his grip was firm on her foot. His touch warm and she was sure he had done something to her. Because her whole leg felt tingly and the sensation traveled to her brain making her feel slightly foggy.

"You are very small." He says as if talking to himself. He accessed her foot in his hand for some time before placing it back down. "You should go to sleep before cold runs through you."

"I am not sleepy yet." Her voice came out smaller than she intended and it almost made her sway. Why was she talking like that to her boss whose touch she can still feel on her foot and in her brain.

"Anastasia..." he softly calls.

Thinking she was in trouble, she toys with her fingers and stares at his forehead trying to avoid his gaze. Perhaps he had caught onto how she spoke to him and felt something wrong with the tone since he is in an unrequited love with someone. "Yes."

"I have great teleportation powers."