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Dear Immortal Tyrant

[Mature Content.] "I'll always be by your side, next to you, on top of you, behind you... The choice is yours to make." An immortal who has lived a millennium... He went by many names, many lives, many titles, but one stuck with him the most... Kaden. One look and you'd think you've met the devil. Dangerous, devious, and indifferent, people always bowed their heads to him—except for the woman that brought the tyrant to his knees. A woman with a special ability and curse... Lina. She was cursed with clairvoyance—the ability to see a person's close or far future. When most don't remember their childhood, Lina remembered her first life. Since birth, she had repeated nightmares about a man who supposedly died. 1000 years after his death, Lina sees him again, and he wants everything to do with her. Unfortunately, there's nowhere in this world she could go that he couldn't find her. What'd happen to the frightened Lina and the devious Kaden? Will they find love again? Will she run from the truth? Would he let her leave? A human girl and an immortal, together... it is a love that sent the world to its knees. + + + + + Warning: Strong sexual content. You might get addicted to the book ;) Connect with me: Instagram: www.instagram.com/xincerely_author Facebook: www.facebook.com/xincerelywriter/ Email: xincerely1@gmail.com Cover: A commissioned art piece drawn by Laylee Hui. All rights exclusive. Editor: diane_loves_2_read

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Call the Police

There was nothing money couldn't buy. People used to say money couldn't buy happiness or love. The same people saying that would rather cry in a sports car than on a bike. 

Happiness was a luxury that couldn't be afforded, by the rich or the poor. Love wasn't something that could feed the stomach or cure disease. What was the point of chasing happiness if it was only momentary? Money was forever.

"Someone call this police, this man is a child kidnapper!" Lina cried out, but to no avail.

All the nurses and doctors glanced away at her protests. Her voice was hoarse from screaming, but there were no visible injuries on her body. In fact, the heiress was dressed in designer clothes so expensive that the brand wasn't imprinted on the materials. 

"C-Chairman DeHaven!"