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PHANTAŚY: I love you since 1605

"I am Phantasy Winters, a developer and I have developed feelings for you, Mr Fretakis."  "Miss Winters, the search engine says you are a student of archeology."  "....." Phantasy's husband has only few months to live and has just lost his memory, so this quiet wife sets out on a journey to make her hubby's last days the most memorable while fighting off bad fate that has been set for them. But author is Phantasy the only one allowed to be cool...? Meet the Chairman of Wife spoilers and one of the Co-Founders of Wife Doting Husbands Community. Nicholas Fretakis Lucifer who prefers to be the villain rather than the hero to get what he wants. Interested she asked the devil. "What are you doing?"  Engrossed, he did not look up at her like he would do and only replied. "Filling an application."  "Application...?" she repeated. Who dares to ask the devil to fill applications. "Application for what?"  He stared deeply into her eyes this time, his gold eyes taking her breath away every single time . "Application to be your husband."  __________________ You can only pick one. Power or Love. Which will be your priority?  ********* I am currently working on the editing, please be patient. The image does not belong to me so all copyright goes to the artist. Instagram @Loneliest_Empress This book is a series book. Book 1: PHANTAŚY: I love you since 1605 Book 2: PHANTAŚY: Good for my Fantasy

Loneliest_Empress · Fantasía
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TO LOSE A CHILD AND NOT REMEMBER THE PAIN.

Alexander then said to him. "Tomb of Late Lady Saraphine Ophelia Fretakis. Daughter of Lord Nicholas Lucifer Fretakis and Lady Phantasy Fretakis of Winthintown." He gave the man a sad smile and walks away following the little girl. Nicholas suddenly feels all his body go soft again. Was he that bad towards her in the past?

Phantasy was the only one left in the dark among them. She first stares at Nicholas shocked expression before staring at the old woman and then at Alexander who was slowly following little Saraphine.

"Am I the only one lost here?" She asks the old woman again.

The old woman shakes her head in pity, a tear rolling off her cheek as she stares at the Lady. To lose a child and not know it anymore. Was it to be called relief or another pain?