— I’m buying you, — cold Arctic light spread in Vlad’s eyes.
— I’m not a thing,
my voice trembled, but I stubbornly lifted my chin.
— You don’t have to be a thing to be sold, Lina.
Everything is already decided,
he shrugged—and repeated with steel-hard certainty:
— I’m buying you.
I lost my husband three years ago, and all this time I didn’t live—I just existed. And when I finally decided to come back to life, I met a man who looked exactly like my husband. In his eyes—ice, in his voice—hatred. I don’t know whether he returned from the afterlife, but I understand one thing: this man wants only one thing—to take revenge on me. But for what?
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