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“I have ten days to decide if I want to be Mrs. Bratva Barbie or sign your death warrant.”
“Be clingy. Be psycho. Be the girl who names your future children on the first date and tells him about your recurring dream where you’re both dolphins swimming through fields of cotton candy.” A laugh rips from my throat. “He’d rather shoot me.” “That’s the point. Men like him want cool girls. Independent
“But you know what? You’re right. If Sasha Ozerov wants a wife, I’ll give him one straight from his worst fucking nightmares.”
“You asked me why I stopped kissing you in the car,” he rasps. “It’s because I knew. One taste, and I’d need another. Then another. Until you weren’t just a means to an alliance—you were the fucking air.”
