“And who is this lovely Yaroslava to you?” Fahir hissed through his teeth, his heavy gaze fixed on Sultanov.
“Good heavens… They’ll definitely gnaw each other apart right now…”
“My wife,” Damir replied evenly, without even blinking.
I sharply inhaled and nearly choked.
What is happening?!
The person I hated for ten whole years suddenly became my only chance to survive. Now the main thing is not to let him reach my heart again…