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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.

introvertedauthor · Fantasia
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207 Chs

First time bringing a man home

First time bringing a mam home

Ana thought the man might think her crazy, so she points behind him and repeats. "I saw him just now."

"Ana..."

"Did you call me? Like you did earlier today? The way no one else but me would hear?" She questioned, looking panicked for no reason. The fact that she saw someone mysterious, who in return saw her but left before she could even see his face didnt seat well with her. Was the man trying to pass a message to her or did he just want to toy with her feelings? How was she to peacefully sleep if she thought she might be watched by some creep whose face she didnt even see?

"You heard your name?" Ethan finally looks behind him, his jaw clenched and gaze hard. "When?"

"Just before i looked over the window. It did not sound like your voice."

"What did it sound like?"