Wife To My Father's Enemy

se it was impossible-but because it sounded like something out of one of those overly dramatic European soap operas my mother u

en Volkov, the man my father called the

t signed the contract with a Montblanc pen, as if he were buying out anot

d," he said without looking up.

lin

pped syllables that didn't quite match the way he stared at me earlier during

id, even though my han

ed up. Grey eye

ied simply, then passed

right in f

e wouldn't even meet my eyes. He was too busy watching Damien, as if still tr

tered, rubbing his forehead.

the pen steady. My name looked foreign as I s

eneviev

of a fall

ty of Dami

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urs E

est friend since we were kids. He was the kind of man my father would have appro

n," Luca said, leaning forward. "W

ying to forget," I said flatly. "And besides,

his eyes. "You mean your father's bankruptcy

nt q

"I'm worrie

need to b

father called that night and told me to come hom

-

to Pr

er left. My father mumbled something ab

lounge of the Geneva penthouse where the papers were finalized. The win

e, "do I move in tonight, or is there a

Not quite a smile-m

o in the morning. My e

hat?" I asked,

h. "For everything

assed down

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na

expected: cold marble, expensive art, and staff

ahead, already on a call, discussing s

but impersonal. Like a suite in a five-sta

the wedding band on my finger. Platinum. Custom-

ht, I hea

It was Anastasia V

Blonde

ttier than I expected," she said in a clipped tone, her Russian a

ether to greet her

wolf. "You think if you play your role well enough, you'll win his

nything," I replied. "

. "Then leave before you

without waiting

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of the

t show up fo

could seat twenty. I asked the butler-an ol

lkov is often busy. You wil

as pacing. Fur

inally-he

e, sleeves rolled up. He looked li

visit your wif

"You'll find this arrangement works bett

. That's not how th

ed a br

m a human being. If I'm going to be stuck

ould see the shadows under his eyes. "You ha

tell

ed. "You don't