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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

The Royal family requires exorcism

It was not like Ethan would complain neither would he keep quiet. Heads will fall to the ground and a lot of blood will be spilled. Infact, a new war might break out, but at least this time, he would wring her neck. He glances back at the door and shakes his head before teleporting away from the villa.

Her head belongs to him. On a gold plate too.

The man appears in front of The Ressurected, smiling at the little gate in front. He is so confident about not being ambushed, he barely has security. The man himself was more than enough security. He reaches for his suit jacket and brings out a cigarette and a lighter. Placing the cigarette between his lips, he puts the light to it and inhales the familiar smoke, welcoming the warmth with open arms. He walks away from The Ressurected, using his hair that he had let grown out to cover half his face.