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They were born on different planets. She had been instilled since childhood with the criteria of high morality and self-sacrifice for the sake of the ideals of the Empire. And he, from his childhood, learned to survive on his own, became a tramp and a smuggler, and the only rule he lived by was the absence of any rules. They were both so different, she a soldier, he a brazen pirate, but when they met in interesting circumstances, they defied fate and love…

“You'll crave for it yourself. To be with me,” Arthur moves closer, to a dangerous degree. Authoritative, still unraveled by me. He infuriates me and attracts me at the same time. “That will never happen. I hope you are as cool in everything else and know how to take rejection with dignity. I have never liked pompous men who are used to controlling everything,” I am too stubborn to admit that lately I've been thinking about him 24/7. “So, whenever you're scared, you throw yourself at men you don't like?” He raises his eyebrow ironically. “I won't do that anymore,” I resist his crazy charisma once again. I suspect that for him it's just entertainment. And I... I'm very afraid of falling in love with him!

- "Are you used to getting everything you want? That no beauty can resist your crazy charisma?" I tremble, clenching my fists. Let him think that I'm angry with him, that I have an unbearable temper, as long as he doesn't guess how I really feel about him. - "What happened between us once means nothing to me! - "Hey, Lyubov, don't get so worked up," I get angry when Demian smiles at me like that. I'm annoyed because I'm unbearably attracted to his lips. I want him. I want him, and I'm angry at myself, at him, at the circumstances. - "That past doesn't mean anything to me either. All that matters to me is how our relationship will develop now." - "Relationship? With you? Is this some kind of new game?" I make an ironic face because I'm nervous. - "Mmm... no games, foxie.

— Didn’t know I’m a co-owner? — he’s surprised. — It’s public information. — I can leave, — I hold myself from looking down. — That’s not a problem. — It’s enough that you showed up again, — he smirks. Before me is a complete stranger. Indifferent. Cold. Only his appearance reminds me of who he once was. — If we don’t remember the past, it won’t bother us. — And can you stop remembering, Sa-sha? — I hiss through my teeth. — Yes, — there’s a tremble in my voice, but I nod firmly. — Fine, — he stands up. — Get to work, — he says, leaving me to stew in memories... They will probably never fade. I will never be able to breathe freely. I will never soar on the wings he broke...

- "Max, you can't change the terms of the contract," I exhale, switching to the first name out of fright. - "Yes, I can. You should have read the fine print more carefully. You will not repay me with money, instead you will marry me, Yanina," he says, his tone firm and his unwavering confidence in his superior gaze, while I am about to have a real breakdown. - But I'm already engaged! - You don't love him! - "I don't love you!" I choke on my emotions. - I'll fix it. My first and still the only one... he's back in my life again. I can't even imagine how you're going to fix it now... This is the second part of the dilogy.

A new city, a good job, and the absence of control—that was all I wanted. I calmed down, let the situation go, and forgot about that unpleasant incident. But as it turned out, fate had other plans. And in my case, it feels more and more like a bad joke. So what am I supposed to do now, when the man I was never able to forget is standing right in front of me? Give in—or go against it once again?

- "We can't see each other anymore," I force myself to look him in the eye. - "Because you're married?" Myron snickers. He's hot-tempered, self-confident, hot… "He doesn't deserve you, Ira..." - "That’s none of your business!" - I exhale, afraid that all my determination will evaporate and I won't be able to put an end to our romance because I'm a fool in love. - "You were just my fun little game... I don't love you, - in fact, it's the opposite, but now I'm thinking only about the two lines on the test and my husband's frightening ultimatum." - "So you don't love me?" - he touches my chin with authority, - "You're so grown up and you haven't learned to lie. Begging and going desperate are not my style. If you change your mind, you know where to find me."

It is very difficult to forget your first love, no matter how hard you try. I tried to run away from these memories as far as possible. I forced myself not to think, plunged headlong into work, and even went on a few dates with a wonderful guy. But the past burst back into my life uninvited, trying to soften my petrified heart with the blue eyes of my first love. When he looks in my direction, I look away. When he smiles at me, I squeeze my lips tighter. And I'm certainly not going to talk to him. Yes, he has changed, a lot. But we all know how Ryan King knows how to put on a mask. Do you still love me, Ryan? No, I don't believe you anymore! ...But for some reason I let him kiss me again. The second part. Continuation of the book "You won, I Hate You".

I ran away from home to leave behind the pain, danger, and betrayal. Here, in Spain, I tried to build a new life—a peaceful one, without the shadows of the past. The camera in my hands became my salvation. But fate decided otherwise. It brought me back together with the man I hated and swore to stay away from. His presence destroys everything I have worked so hard to build. He is dangerous, cold, and overly confident. But every time our paths cross, I catch myself feeling my heart beat faster. And I no longer understand — is it fear or something else entirely?

- "I warn you, only business ethics are welcome in my office. If I notice that you are flirting with me, we will say goodbye immediately. The two previous secretaries got fired just like that," he says, minting every word with an indifferent tone and not even looking at me. Ha, like I’d ever try to woo you! I don't even want to work here! - "Don't worry, Yaroslav Bronislavovich," god, what a tongue-twister of a name that is, "you're not my type at all. Now you're looking at me with your blue eyes. What a handsome bastard! I can see why girls fall for you. I dare to add one more phrase, hoping that he will immediately dismiss me. - Sir, you better worry about not falling in love with me. Trust me, you’re not gonna enjoy it. - Me? You? Don't even count on it!

One day I said "I love you" to him, and he laughed in my face, throwing a phrase that still sticks in my heart. For seven years I tried to put him out of my mind, and when I almost succeeded, my sister managed to get engaged to him. I thought he wouldn't recognize me as the ugly duckling he had rejected back then. I would never dare to interfere with my sister's happiness. On the contrary, I tried to build a relationship with someone else, but what happened a week before their wedding changed everything. I never thought that a frank conversation with my first love would lead to such unexpected consequences and that his eyes the color of a stormy sea would look at me differently...

– What are you staring at me for? Got nothing else to say? - My audacity is off the charts, today. But what else is a nineteen-year-old girl supposed to do in this middle-of-nowhere? Only to annoy my intellectual neighbor trying to prevent a famous plastic surgeon from getting a post divorce depression. – "I swear to god, I’ve never wanted to strangle a woman, but I’m getting really close here" he says through gritted teeth, "Even my ex-wife didn't drive me to such a frenzy! Mia, I forbid you to come near me, talk to me, or even look in my direction! - Oh, boo-hoo, how scary. What are you gonna do, Mr. Edgar So-and-so, if I do lavish you with my attention? Pout at me, like a noble princess? - "You'll see," he squints his beautiful green eyes angrily. You have to admit, he provoked me...

- "Arrogant bastard! Apollo on steroids! Even if you were the last man on earth, I would never look at you!" I tremble with rage, clutching my broken phone in my hand. It's good that it wasn't my heart. - "It's nice to know that the doll-faced trouble will stay away from me," this idiot, the son of my stepmother's another lover, snarls back. Usually her love affairs don't last long, and I was already glad that I would never see this rude man again. And there you have it! My stepmother, whom I love very much, has suddenly decided to get married, which means that I will see this dumbhead from time to time. And I'm not sure I'll be able to stay sane around him, because after our kiss "on a dare" everything in my life went to hell!

All my conscious life, I wanted to break free from control—to speak up at least sometimes. To have a choice… my own choice. Not to listen to other people’s advice. To live my own life, make decisions, study, build friendships, dream, love… I longed for independence so deeply that I failed to notice when those desires turned against me. Sadly, I was the one who took a step whose consequences I can now only guess at.

When the trembling sensations of first love are seasoned with doubt, fragile trust dissolves. When awkwardness plays into the hands of others, and unshakable confidence shatters under convincing lies, all you want to do is scream. From pain, injustice, despair—and a love that not even time was able to destroy. Yet it takes only a single step to feel that absolute moment of happiness again. Will they dare?

She is one of the finest captives and serves the Emperor with unwavering loyalty. Upon receiving an order, the girl is determined to carry out the sentence immediately. However, from the very start, nothing goes as planned. And taking her hated enemy prisoner turns out to be a huge mistake!

I fade on the threshold of the living room, my feet grew to the floor. The glass from the broken vase was scattered on the parquet, small fragments sparkle in the light of the morning sun - so contrasting, so wrong. The power has lowered shoulders. Hands shake. He stands, staring at the place on the wall where a second ago was a vase, and breathes hard, torn as after running. I take a step forward, unconsciously. He hears me and suddenly rotates. Our views meet, and I understand: now he is fighting with himself. And I am very sorry. - I want you to hear nothing well, - says cold. - But ... - Miro, this is not a request - his look cuts me into pieces. I remember what Vlad was yesterday. As he kissed me. As he smiled. Now a completely different person in front of me. Broken, wounded and slig

"I don't know what my father told you, but I'm doing just fine without a personal chef. I glance over at the pizza boxes in the corner of the room. “Yeah, I see that.” “That's none of your business,” he says, angry. I need a job, and you obviously need to eat healthy." - Healthy? I'm on a healthy diet, thank you. - Oh, really?" I point to the bottle of cola next to the couch. He rolls his eyes, walks past me into the kitchen and opens the fridge. - See? I have food! I peek inside. A pack of protein bars, some yogurt, sauces, a can of beer. I look at him, then back at the fridge. “Are you kidding?” I snort. He grabs one of the bars and opens it, taking a bite. “That's a full meal,” he says with a full mouth.

When life tripped you up at every turn, you want to be a completely different person for one night. To forget about all the problems and become an ordinary girl. That's when a friend comes along with an incredible offer to visit the most expensive club in town. The main thing is to change beyond recognition and open up to new sensations. But I didn't expect that this evening would turn my already fun life upside down. After all, I should stay as far away from this stranger as possible, but my body thinks quite differently. I'll think about the consequences tomorrow!

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks and takes a step back. “Because you're my last hope,” I say calmly, even too calmly. “Excuse me?” Her voice becomes sharp. “We have to convince the whole world that I've been in a serious relationship for a long time.” “And you want me to...” “Yes,” I interrupt her, “play my girlfriend.” She blinks, as if she can't believe what she's heard. Arsen puts his hand to his face, as if he wants to wake up from this madness. And only I, inspired by my own idea, smile like an idiot. “You're crazy,” Olesya whispers. “I'm not going to play your girlfriend.” “It's a stupid plan,” adds Arsen. “Olesya can't stand you, and here you have to play love.” “Maybe,” I reply and look at the confused girl with interest. “But I know you well. You won't leave me