I'm No Romanov
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Ongoing, First published Jan 03, 2018
Years after an attack on the Romanov family, the royal family is trying to find their long lost members. Some believe they are all still alive, some speculate they were brutally murdered as a family. The reward for finding one family member is 12,000,000 rubles, a reward higher than the lottery. The people of Russia are willing to do anything to obtain the reward, anything from faking their appearances to digging up graves in hopes of finding a body, a jewel, a crown. 

Luka wants the money just as much as anybody else in Russia. And when he finds Arkadina (Arkadi for short), the spitting image of Anastasia, the lost grand duchess, he can't believe his luck. Arkadi knows who she is, in fact, she's trying to forget. Sure, if she returned to the palace, she would be treated like the princess she is, but that's not enough to make her want to return to the life she had as a child. Something worse is waiting for her back home and she'd rather die than let anyone take her back to the palace.
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