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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

She might never love him back

She stops walking and toys with her fingers for some time before opening her mouth to speak. "That is very good."

"She wanted a space on my back. You will meet her. And she will love you." Or maybe not. His mother is an unpredictable demoness. Having lived for eons, she had come to see the world as nothing but emptiness. And he knew how empty she has been since the loss of... he shakes his head and continues to walk while Ana slows her steps.

"Do you have more tattoos on your back?"

"Not more. Just a single huge potrait." He turns his head to glance at her but didnt stop walking.

"Okay..okay...work ethics, you are not allowed to walk around looking like that." Marcey who had met them on the way complains. "What should poor Ana do? Her hormones must be going crazy."

Ana waves her hand at Marcey hoping the woman would stop embrassing her. She had no idea what she had done to the man earlier.

"No no...I am good."