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The Secret Life of the Demon's Wife

“You tried to kill me before, why can’t you do it now?” she asked, her eyes burning with fury. “I didn’t love you back then.” He shrugged. “What?” Ladislas Forester was a bored immortal looking for a thrill. And then, Anna Dunn crash-landed into his monotonous life. The first time he saw her, she had sneaked into the men’s bathroom and seen more of him than anyone else had. The second time, he saw her sitting at the back of the class during his lecture, dozing off. The third time, he found out that she didn’t even flinch at the sight of a dead body. The supervillain in him was intrigued. Death to those that say Anna Dunn was a boring girl with no future! She was clearly living a secret life! For once, Ladislas was fascinated by someone. He was willing to put her over the greater good. He was selfish and unkind. She was the invisible hero who could only offer him the second position in her life. Her duty came first. He, though… He could burn the world for one last glimpse of her. And so, the supervillain fell in love with the hero. That couldn’t be a good thing, right? Sometimes, the hero is corrupted by the villain and switches their side. Other times, the villain becomes a wife-dotting slave and gives her everything she asks for. Which one do you think will happen?

SunScar9 · Fantasy
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205 Chs

Punish You In Hell

The voice was that of a suited bomb expert.

"Clear," the one working on the jacket said. They quickly took the jacket off and took it out. Ladislas bumped into them and huffed. He wasn't in a mood for their surprised look.

"Excuse me, how did you get in here?" a soldier asked.

He raised his hand and knelt down beside Anna's prone figure. He placed his hand over her body and despite knowing there was not much to heal, he put in all his powers to knit together her muscles and mend her bones. She didn't awaken, much to his dismay. He kept staring at her for the longest time, thinking he could manage it, but the words of his father came back to him.

"Sir, who are you?" He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned his head to glare. His eyes glowed, his spell being cast.

"If you don't lift that hand right now—"

"Leave him alone," Wild Boar said, interrupting Ladislas. "I know him."