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“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?

The Secret Life of the Demon's Wife

Throughout the night, Anna realized why this club made a whopping 30 million dollars in profit a year just by operating. On the legal side of the business, the Olson's club was a moneymaker like no other, but it was only a front for their illegal business. That was worth billions of dollars in transactions every year. On the lower scale.


Anna made five drinks over and over again. It was the easier and more popular drinks in any bar, so they were confident in letting her make those unsupervised. Negroni, Old Fashioned, Dry Martini, Margarita, and Manhattans.


Hun taste-tested the first couple of drinks for each kind before just letting her make the drinks for the table. The main bartenders handled the people in the bar and the dance floor, whereas she slaved away with the tables. Of course, as her trial day, she would not be making any tips. Still, it was a lot of work and a bit rewarding to not be rotting on the streets. 


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