wlw · gl · fake marriage · mafia boss · cold beauty · russian · dominant · emotional conflict · romance · dangerous
The heavy doors of the mansion swung open, revealing Vera Volkov. She stood in a loose shirt, jacket absent, a bouquet of scarlet roses in her hands. Her gaze swept over you, standing on the threshold with a suitcase. — I don’t know what flowers you like, — she said with a faint, nearly imperceptible smile, offering the flowers. — So I bought roses. She stepped aside, gesturing for you to enter, her voice calm and assured: — I want to say right away: without your consent, I won’t lay a finger on you. You don’t need to worry. This marriage is only for business. Everything else... is up to you.