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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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The girl did not even exist

Marcey simply shakes her head. Stops searching the table and picks her bag. "I should hurry up and source for the juice before Ana decides she wants to behead me with her glares." She stops and looks at him. "Where is she by the way?"

Ethan picks a magazine and shrugs his shoudkerd. "Stuck in my room. Probably fuming and thinking of how to kill me." He then picks a magazine to look and nods his head telling her, he didnt mind her leaving.

Marcey tried to teleport but realises she can't. She grits her teeth and stares at the man. She knew her fear had come to pass. When did he know? Or was it her fear that gave her away? She should have left when she had the chance. "You know don't you? Can someone ever succeed in a plan where you are? Or where you are involved?" It just seem like he is bad luck.