Mr. Knight

Mr. Knight

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Scarlett is pretty much the description of 'beauty with brains' and 'everyone has a scared past' together. Now what matters is her present. And this present need MONEY to fund someone's life. Who? Someone close to her. But will she sign herself off to a DEVIL? Or so he calls himself. Alexander Knight is a like coconut if i were to use one word for him. Hard from outside-oooh,also hot from outside-and sweet and sexy from inside(not literally). Now will this pretend devil be able to tolerate the REAL ANGEL? Or is he going to give up and leave, like everyone? That is a tale only time can tell but until then trust MR.KNIGHT-the elder one not this coconut. ~°°~ All the quotes inside unless mentioned are mine. Graphics belong to respective owners but edits belong to me unless mentioned. Copyright ©️ 2021 @RoyalN_7 | Nirjara Poptani Written purely and only for the Wattpadindia awards 2021 and the Wattys.( Couldn't complete in time tho) Cover credits- @DabVreha Shop- Atelier @IndainLegion
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