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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 · ファンタジー
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160 Chs

STALKING HER INSTAGRAM TO BUY HER A GLOSSY BLUE BIRD.

Of what she would be wearing. Would she be dressed in the gown she wore to date with him days before? He could still clearly remember the dress. It had a slit by hee leg that revealed her beautiful legs and tighs. He had gotten the table switched to a transparent one so he could fill himself with the view of her gorgeous legs all through. The things he had planned to do with her that day, he could not get half of it done but at least he got a kiss. A memorable and heart touching one at that. She might not know, but he knew just how crazily his heart was beating back then. When she visited his house, she had paraded around his dressing room and complained of his poor taste in color back then as well.

Was he allowed to say, Like mother like daughter?