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The Secret Life of the Demon's Wife

“You tried to kill me before, why can’t you do it now?” she asked, her eyes burning with fury. “I didn’t love you back then.” He shrugged. “What?” Ladislas Forester was a bored immortal looking for a thrill. And then, Anna Dunn crash-landed into his monotonous life. The first time he saw her, she had sneaked into the men’s bathroom and seen more of him than anyone else had. The second time, he saw her sitting at the back of the class during his lecture, dozing off. The third time, he found out that she didn’t even flinch at the sight of a dead body. The supervillain in him was intrigued. Death to those that say Anna Dunn was a boring girl with no future! She was clearly living a secret life! For once, Ladislas was fascinated by someone. He was willing to put her over the greater good. He was selfish and unkind. She was the invisible hero who could only offer him the second position in her life. Her duty came first. He, though… He could burn the world for one last glimpse of her. And so, the supervillain fell in love with the hero. That couldn’t be a good thing, right? Sometimes, the hero is corrupted by the villain and switches their side. Other times, the villain becomes a wife-dotting slave and gives her everything she asks for. Which one do you think will happen?

SunScar9 · Fantasy
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205 Chs

Drink And Pop Pills Everyday

It spoke of familiar memory and where the person grew up. But it also restrained people from living the life they wanted.

As for Anna, she did remember her original name, even though no one had called her that in over twenty-four years. No one that known her real name since then.

The week passed and Anna's first official shift as a bartender arrived. The temperature has risen and in the heated kitchen, it was sometimes intensely hot. Although there was a chill to the air once she went out to get some air during down-time. Anna avoided answering the questions about her life prior to working at Paradise. The young boy, Ben, was the one who asked the questions, not taking the hint when everyone asked him to shut up. There was a general somberness to the room whenever a question about someone's past was asked. That was why no one called the other by their name. All except for Pops.