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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

Killing the King is treason.

Ana knew that Marceys expression and tone meant she is not in a playful mode so she carefully responds. "Boss told me you would perish and not die." She glances at Etnan missing the betrayed expression on Miss Marceys face. "He told me last night."

Marcey slams her hands on the tbale making it shake. "What the fuck Ethan! I thought we were together in this. You were planning to kill me?"

Ethan drops his cutlery and raised a brow at his cousin. "Maybe if you would let her finish."

"Finish what? Finish telling me how you plan to make me perish?"

Before things got out of hand Ana quickly adds. "Miss Marcey, boss simply told me last night that demons perish but only the king dies. He says it a demon culture thing." She glances at her plate that has shifted few inches from where she placed it because of Marceys rage and pulls it closer. "I just wanted to ask if you belive in heaven and hell too?"