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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? 

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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.

Our King's Deadly Sin

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Ana didnt understand what he was saying. If he was joking with her because of the drug or if he was being serious. She couldn't even imagine how she would call his name from the depth of her heart.

She nods her head with a smile noting what he had said. Few seconds had past when she softly asks him. "What if it is you?"

He too had thought of that possibility. What if it was him who had changed to another form amd Ana happened to be close by? Would his other form give disregard to the one his heart beats for, or would it remember her and turn away its blood lust?

The repsonse is easy, really. Her blood at that moment would disgust him. He had made sure of it.

The quiet is so loud