- I need to get married, and you want to participate in raising your niece. Why not?
- Are you out of your minds! I don’t want to marry you!
- Of course the marriage will be fake, - he continues, casting a glance at me and ignoring my words. - You, to put it mildly, aren’t my type. Follow the rules, raise my daughter, and everything will be fine for you, Dashenka.
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My sister ran away, giving birth to and handing me her daughter. And everything was wonderful until her arrogant father showed up in our lives—he offered me a fake marriage and shared custody over my Little Bun…