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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

His protectiveness was reaching new heights.

Ladislas also heard grumbles about how Burke had it coming, that he was running against the odds by trying to expose people in high places. As the preacher went into a passionate speech, he looked at the people in front of him, looking for their response. He knew he wouldn't get it, but he still continued. He sucked in a deep breath and sighed before speaking with more vigor.

He scanned the people in the pews one by one and they started to grow uncomfortable. People fidgeted in their seats and smoothened their hands over their clothes. They looked away and spoke in soft murmurs about other things, distracted by the sound of the passing cars, the chirping of birds, or anything apart from the preacher and his words.

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