— I need a wife. For about a year, Leon says.
— And what does that have to do with me? I look at him warily.
— You’ll get money. Don’t you need it?
— Not to that extent!
— Here’s the amount—he scratches it into a notebook with a gold pen. — You have one minute to think.
— What is this? What are you offering?!
— A fake marriage. We’ll be married only on paper. You have one minute.
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Seven years ago, because of me, Leon Zolotov’s life almost went off the rails—and he paid me back in full. But even so, I can’t make myself hate him, because my punishment is something I’ve earned.
And still, I’d give anything never to see him again… But here I am, in his luxurious office—and he’s offering me a fake marriage!