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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 · Fantasy
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207 Chs

I used to be very evil

"I am done. I have the best shots already." He announced and the make up team was about to help Ana off the platform when he suddenly shouts. "Wait! Dont touch her." He checks his camera and squeezed his brows a little. "I am sorry but I need one more shot." He then turns his head at the man standing behind him whose eyes were shamlessly still on Ana. "Chairman Petrov, can I geg a shot of you and the bride please."

Anas eyes went as round as saucers while the make up team gave her cunning looks. She begins to wave her hand at the photographer but he didnt even look in her direction while the make up team quickly touched her make up and helped her readjust her dress.

The hair stylist winks at her and Anas shoulders slumped. They didn't know the boss isn't the type of person that likes being around pople like that. He is probably dying to get away from this group of people.