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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

It is the only way for me to see my son.

Even if what she ends up hearing might not be something she would like, she would simply have to live with it.

"You are so very much the same aren't you?" She released a sigh and glanced at Ethan across the table. "When i first gave birth to him..." she paused snd chuckles. "Sorry I always forget about that. When we first gave birth to him." She furrowed her brows and his mother riased her hand. "It is not something i want to explain. He used be a very adorable baby. And happy and nice. Until he wasn't and when I was pregnant with his sister..."

Ethan grits his teeth. His hold on her hand turning a little tighter than she could take. She tried to wriggle her hand from his hold and he immediately softens his hold, his expression becoming a little soft. "Dont talk about her."