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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.

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Perverted Ana

The man walks towards the bed, towering over her sleeping figure. His red eyes staring at the state of her lips and ears listening to her steady breathing.

He lowers his head and whispers something into her ears. Leaving before Ethan would be back and his cover would be blown.

The following morning when Ana, woke up, she knew she felt different. A little light and a little happy when she woke. Something had changed over night but she didnt know what. She hadn't gotten out of bed when she saw a figure laid on the floor next to her bed with her other blanket. She would have screamed had she not seen the familiar hair. The memories of the previous night came flowing back to her and a blush rose to her cheek.