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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

The King doesn't do his job well

Ana had practiced her good morning for more than ten times now as she paced around her small room. A good advice. If one lived in a rat hole apartment, one should not do things that would require pacing or clearing of head. But it is ironic because a person who lived in a rat hole apartment like Ana would definitely need to think a lot. Thereby doing a lot of pacing. She couldn't count how many times she had hit her leg against the chair in her room.

While she was taking her shower, she could still remember that she had imagined at least ten different scenarios of how last night must have went and everything led to how she pounced on him and embarassed her whole human generation.

"What if he confronts me about it?" She asked herself, her gaze on the desk. She definitely hadn't read Dimitris letters last night. Afterall, she was too busy being a pervert to some innocent man.