Natali Olshevska

For almost fifteen years, I thought I hated her. But the truth was… I just didn’t want to share her with anyone. I won her. Made her mine. And then I let her go — forcing her to hate me. Now, nine years later, she’s back. And she’s the one saving my life. This time, I’ll do whatever it takes to make her see — she didn’t save me for the world. She saved me… for herself. Even if she didn’t come back alone.

Who, if not me, knows what bad luck really is? Seriously, don’t even worry about getting into trouble when I’m around — I’ll find it and fall headfirst into it before you do. It’s like I was born with a talent for disasters. But hey, I’m not upset. I truly believe that if life keeps messing with me, then love has to be where my luck finally turns. That’s why I lied to my parents, telling them I was moving to the capital to continue my studies… when in fact, I’m here to win the heart of a man I fell for at first sight. Mature, handsome, and way too serious. Problem is… during our first meeting, he didn’t even notice me. But guess what? I’m not giving up. My luck isn’t a total jerk after all. Because now… I’m his intern.

I fell in love for the first and only time when I was twenty-three. And for twelve damn years, I kept it hidden, torturing myself as I watched her being happy… with my best friend. She was happy — until his life was suddenly cut short. Now his family is my responsibility. But she’s still off-limits. Untouchable. Taboo. But what happens when one day… I can’t fight it anymore? And what if she responds to my weakness? There are only two ways this ends: with everything finally breaking apart — or with a second chance. For both of us. But how do I silence my own conscience… And how does she let me into her heart?

Moving to the capital, I thought I was about to start a new life. But everything goes completely sideways when one day I’m asked to step into the men’s lounge after the salon has closed — because the client is very important. Handsome. Arrogant. And pisses me off just by existing. I know his type all too well. And as if the universe itself is mocking me, I cross paths with this hysterical jerk again — the very man who just cost me my job. To make it even worse, thanks to a ridiculous coincidence, his mother now thinks I’m… his fiancée! And guess what? He offers me a deal: pretend to be his girlfriend for a while, and he’ll help me get my job back. Yeah, right. That’s pure blackmail. But I have no choice. And he’s going to regret this. Because he asked for it.

Do I know what obsession is? Oh, yes, I do. I’ve been chasing it around the world for nearly eleven years. The one and only thing I ever wanted — a gold coin of Louis IX, minted to commemorate his coronation. Imagine my surprise when I find out that, after the owner’s death, his entire collection went to his granddaughter — a girl who seems to have no clue she’s sitting on a fortune. Or maybe she does… and she’s just driving the price up. But to get what I want, I’m ready for anything. Even to pretend to be someone I’m not. What I didn’t expect was that first, it would be her beauty that would captivate me… then her innocence and kindness. And soon, I won’t even know what I want more — the coin or to protect her from the same predators circling her inheritance… predators like me.

Him. Betrayed at a very young age by two women at once. The only way to keep his sanity is to hide behind the bad-boy persona everyone already believes him to be. But will there be someone who can see the real Adam beneath the mask of carefree recklessness? Her. A hothouse flower, carefully raised by her parents for a stable future that had been decided long ago: they chose her profession and a “worthy” husband, leaving Camilla only one passion as a gift — the place where she feels flight and freedom — equestrian sport. What will happen when, as punishment, he’s forced to return to university and sent to do community service at the riding arena? Love will happen. Forbidden. Wild. Fiery. Passionate. The kind of love that could set even the stars ablaze.