— I hate you. I hate you! I swung, but he caught my hand and pulled me toward him.
— Believe me, it’s mutual, — fury freezes in the black eyes of my fiancé. The girl in his bed watches us in confusion. I couldn’t even get a good look at her—tears blurred my vision.
— I’m… I’m your fiancée…
— You’re not my fiancée, — he snarled. — You’re an attachment to a contract—
— But…
— Leave, — he shoved me toward the door. — Leave. Don’t ruin my evening.
Evening. I ruined his evening… and he ruined my life!
They forced me to become the wife of the magnate Gleb Uvarov, an enemy of my family. But this marriage didn’t reconcile anyone—it only bred hatred. Is there any room for real love in a marriage like that?