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Promising millionaire Alex Zalisky gets into one predicament after another until he ends up at a suburban hotel and restaurant complex that he has long wanted to buy. But when he arrives, he finds himself homeless, and the kind owner offers him a job as a waiter. Of course, he would have laughed hysterically at such a tempting offer before, but now, unrecognised by anyone, he agrees. The eyes of the stubborn owner of the complex, Margo, who drove him crazy a year ago, played a significant role in this decision. This is the story of Alex Zalisky, Max's brother from ‘The Marriage Contract’. The books can be read separately, they are independent.

Valentina feels she’s running out of time to be happy and achieve her dreams. After studying a degree in Argentina that led to no job opportunities, she decides to move for a summer to the Uruguayan coast, hoping to find the chance that will “pull her out of the hole,” fully aware that her time is limited. She has recently discovered something decisive at twenty-three… She’s holding on to a single possibility named Sebastián Vélez, a rising young millionaire who might become either the cause of all her troubles or the hope of the hottest summer of her life… As long as he doesn’t uncover Valentina’s best-kept secret. All rights reserved 2403057242269-2024. Luis Avila

That’s exactly what nurse Anya did—without a second thought about the trials and danger waiting ahead. “Help me.” His voice cuts straight to the bone. “Call the police?” “The police won’t help. Get me out of here!” “Get you out?” “Are you kidding? How?!” My words sound hollow even to me. Before the echo of my voice fades, I scan the room in panic, searching for a way out. What do we have? A pile of medical equipment, a wheelchair—and my hospital pass that opens every door. Not bad. “Damn it!” I realize that tomorrow I’ll be unemployed. But my hands are already helping him into the wheelchair. “No matter what happens—stay quiet. You owe me.” I roll the wheelchair into the empty corridor. All we need is to slip unnoticed to the service elevator. And we’re saved.

"I fell for this girl like a curse. No matter what I do, no matter how many girls I hook up with, I still can't forget my best friend's little sister. I have a reputation for being a bully, and that's why this proud beauty torments me with ignorance, which only pushes me to make her mine. I'm too excited to back down, too in love to refuse..." "Every time I see this cheerful, relaxed, handsome guy, something strange happens to me. I am wildly angry with him for kissing other people and at the same time I dream of being the only one for him. I love him and hate him, punish him and don't let him go, hoping that one day he will change for me..."

Daniil Olshansky is an unearthly attractive, daring, self-confident thief of women's peace. And I definitely shouldn't look in his direction for two reasons. First, why would I want to go through such trouble? Second, men like him don't fall for gray mice. I am invisible to him. I was... - "Shall we dance?" A charming, killer smile is dazzling me. - "You and me?" I stare at him in disbelief. "You have a charity event? - "Ruslana, don't piss me off. You won't like me when I'm angry and irritated," his gray eyes are frozen with steel stubbornness. - "I don't like you anyway," I shrug. God, why am I lying, I'm not good at lying at all! - "It’s not like I’m offering you my heart. I just promised your aunt that I would pay you some attention," he brazenly puts his arm around my waist.

- "What could a uni star possibly want from me? Why the hell are you picking on me?" - I hiss, glancing at his group of “chosen ones”. He doesn't want to be seen with me either. - "I know your worst secret, Yuki. I know who's paying for your education," - Dean enjoys my reaction. I close my eyes so that he doesn't see my horror, but I can't help my shaking hands. "So let's play a game, redhead. I say something and you do it. You want me to keep quiet, don't you?" - "You won't succeed," I burn him with a hateful look, licking the dry lips he's been staring at. "I've learned something about you, too. About you and your stepmother" - I've never seen people turn pale so quickly. This perfect asshole had it coming. - "Well, rich kid, seems like we’re playing by my rules now, huh?"

He thought he knew everything about women. With just one look, he could lure a pretty girl into the bedroom. An insanely charismatic, self-confident seducer. A covetous and choosy narcissist, or at least he was, until he met her - Vasylyna, his blue-eyed femme fatale, who turned his world upside down. Will the American rich man be able to find the key to the Ukrainian beauty's heart and win the three-wish bet? Or does he secretly dream of losing at first sight?

- "I don't know how to be your wife," I whisper, not taking my eyes off his beckoning gaze. - "Only you can do it," he replies just as quietly, and the vibration of his voice makes my heart start whirling in a wild waltz. - "By asking me to marry you, do you mean... bed?" the stupidity of my question only emphasizes my excitement. - Yes, Varya. I meant a real marriage, to share sorrows, joys and love together," Jan's breathing becomes labored, his eyes darken. It seems as if the room is spinning slowly, or the law of gravity is breaking down. - "What if... I don't want to rush into... sex?" I wrap my arms around his neck. I don't know what's happening to me, my love for him is very strange, with its own quirks. - Marry me, and I'll wait as long as it takes. Shall we take the risk together?

“You again?” he asks, unhappy. “What part of my words did you not understand?” "I have just one question for you. Tell me where Elena is!" - What? - Ruslan seemed to be surprised. - Who are you? - Kira. Elena's younger sister. I want to know where she is. - Kira?" Ruslan doesn't seem to believe me. He looks me up and down and stops at my face. “You don't look like that kid with the freckles on her nose.” “I was fifteen then,” I snort. "I want to find my sister. You're my last hope. My parents don't tell me anything about her. They don't want to remember at all. The last thing I remember before I flew to America was that she went to you.“ ”You really don't know anything?“ Ruslan's anger gives way to surprise. ”No,“ I shake my head, ”Elena died eight years ago.

- "Nastya, let's continue the deal and you can stay with me and our child. You can be my wife for as long as you want," he stares at me with his intense gaze. A man I will never be able to fully understand. His enemies claim that Circassian has no heart. This is not true. He is bossy, demanding, sometimes bloody unbearable, feared and respected, but I was allowed to see him differently. It's so unfair, he made me fall in love with him, assured me that our feelings are mutual, and for some reason, everything is still decided not by our desires, but by the terms of the agreement. I want to shout: "What do you want?" But instead, swallowing back tears, I'm going to do something he doesn't expect me to do. I have to find out if my husband is really ready to do anything for me…

The coffee shop is all I have. But today I found out that they can take it away from me too. And all because of a guy I trusted... And he set me up. Now I need to find money to pay off the loan. And everything would be fine, but the amount is extremely large for me. But when a friend offers a good way to make money, I agree without hesitation. What's wrong with that? To play the bride of a self-confident major! And to play it so that the man's family will never think of marrying him again. I will become an imperfect bride for one night only. I will get my money and Herman will get his freedom. But what happens when my game leads to a completely different outcome that neither I nor Herman expected?

— Look at me. I'm not made of steel, my girl. You can't just drive man crazy and expect me not to want to kiss you! For several days now, I've been hiding in this wilderness alone with the most attractive man I've ever seen. But I'm still terrified of intimacy. “I'm sorry for tormenting you,” I sob, staring into his incredible blue eyes. “I'm willing to wait forever. And you know why. But let me kiss you just once, and you'll see that my touch is not like that scumbag's. I'm not my brother, Nina. I would never hurt you,” he says, his breathing becoming shallow and heavy with emotion. His gaze darkens. “Okay. Close your eyes. ...I'll kiss you myself,” it will be sad if I faint in his arms, but if anyone can heal my heart, it's him... Rodion Atlas.

“I hope you're thinking about our date,” Yar's voice interrupts my thoughts. “What? No!” I blurt out and blush. I turn to the window again so that Yar doesn't see it. - I'm not going on a date with you. - Why? - he asks me directly. - You don't like me? - I do, but... I don't want to. - What a strange answer. Don't you think?" he asks me directly. The car stops in front of the gate of my house, and while we wait for it to open, Yar waits for my answer. “You don't need a girl like me,” I say, looking at my hands. "What's wrong with you? You're beautiful, smart, and kind. I can go on if you want. - No, don't! I... I... I have scars all over my body. They look terrible. - Is that the problem? Your scars?

My first love has left a bitter taste on my lips... Seven long years have passed, and I can't forget you... Your voice, your eyes, your touch - everything feels as if you are near, as if there was no gap of years between us. I'm afraid and at the same time eager to see you again. I know you hate me, and you have every right to. I betrayed you, although I realize that there was no other choice. But you don't know my biggest secret yet. Our son... who calls another man his dad. My soul has been hurting and bleeding all these years. I didn't want it to be like this, and I don't know how to fix it...

— Why did you do it? — she asks nervously. — I could ask you the same, but I won’t. Not interested. — Are you going to take everything from me? — her lips twist as if in pain. — No, I’ll return what you stole — your peace. — Peace has nothing to do with this. You came to get revenge, didn’t you? But I have to disappoint you — it won’t work, — she lifts her chin defiantly. — Revenge on the one you loved, who betrayed you? Do you think that’s enough to get your life back? — Loved?! — she shouts. — What you did says otherwise. I will never forgive you. — Good, at least our intentions align there. Any more questions, claims, accusations? — I hate you! — she hides her tear-filled eyes and storms out of the office.

Years ago, the woman he loved cheated on him with his greatest rival, and he hated her until the day his grandfather, on his deathbed, confessed that she was innocent. The guilt was overwhelming, but his world fell apart when he tried to find her and discovered that she was dead. She believed her heart would never beat for anyone again, until fate put Freya Magnar in her path; her karma made woman.

For seven years, Adhara has been preparing to reclaim what was deceitfully taken from her by Kilian, the man she loved most and who has been working like a maniac ever since she left him without explanation. What will happen when Kilian and Adhara meet again?

“You're not very good at keeping promises,” I try not to show my excitement, but it's a bit of a struggle. “Muffin...” Kir sighs heavily, piercing me with his eloquent gaze. “You no longer have the right to call me that,” I bite my trembling lip. You can't just declare two years after breaking up that your feelings haven't gone anywhere. “As the man for whom you were and will always be the only girl I love, I will do everything to get you back and be with you. And no one will dare take our happiness away from us!” With one movement, he pins me between the wall and his body. “Are you so sure that we should be together again? After everything that happened? Then you need to know the whole truth.” “You too,” Kirill snickers, and his amber eyes freeze with unyielding determination.

“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.