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Complete, First published Feb 25
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Ариана Вальмонт - дочь могущественного бизнесмена, привыкшая к роскоши, свободе и независимости. Однако её жизнь рушится в один день, когда отец ставит ультиматум: либо она выходит замуж за Дэмиана Рейнса, наследника конкурирующей корпорации, либо теряет всё.

Дэмиан Рейнс - холодный, жестокий и чертовски умный. Он привык получать всё, что хочет, и играть по своим правилам. Единственная, кто всегда осмеливалась бросать ему вызов - Ариана. Их ненависть началась ещё в школе, где они устраивали друг другу войны, подставляя и унижая.

Теперь им приходится заключить фиктивный брак. Их семьи хотят объединить бизнес-империи, а брак - лишь инструмент в большой игре. Контракт подписан: через год развод, полная свобода, никаких чувств.

Но что, если ненависть - это всего лишь маска? Что, если за каждым скандалом скрывается не только злость, но и запретное влечение?

Когда границы между игрой и реальностью стираются, Ариана понимает, что под холодной маской Дэмиана скрывается нечто большее. Но чем ближе они становятся, тем опаснее становится их игра. Потому что
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