Don't Say You Love Me – 2

Three years ago, Vasylina killed me—smeared me through the air, tore me into molecules. Everything I dreamed of avoiding when I met her for the first time became my nightmare. Only work saved me from going insane—working day and night, almost without days off. My father kept his promise. He arranged my transfer to one of Moscow’s universities, bought a flat for us—me and my mother—got me a job in his holding. I quickly climbed the career ladder thanks to my persistence, and of course because I’m the only son of oligarch Gromov.

One of the conditions from my newly acquired father was that I should take his surname and patronymic, so I could be officially brought into the family circle. In my life I have everything a person could wish for—nothing like her should exist in it!