His Majesty

His Majesty

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Every inch of Ryan Williams was dark. Annabella could see that. He lived in a dangerous, power hungry world and he was in charge of it all. Annabella on the other hand, grew up in a sheltered, privileged and loving family. She knew nothing about Ryan or what he had been through. One night though, their paths collide and the sweet, kind hearted Annabella finds herself right in the centre of the Kings heart. *Mature Content*
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