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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

Sugar daddy vibes

Sugar daddy vibes

Ana didnt say a word for the next minute that followed and Ethan knew she was probably thinking of how to apologize to him. To make the mood lighter, he placed his palm on her right breast, gave it a little squeeze and asked.

"Who was the other person you daggered that night?" His voice was low as if he was questioning her and would punish her if she gave him the wrong answer.

Ana shifts a bit in his embrace, leaning more into his touch. Although, his palm was just gently resting on her breast and not moving, it still sendmt shivers down her spine. The man could turn her on with his words ad he didnt know. He also did not need to know.

"The other man?" She repeats trying her best to not let him know how hard his palm was affecting her. "Well after I ran out of the room that night..."

"To which I didnt chase you because it felt amusing to see you run."