Poisoned Roses
Tatiana Pavlov is a beautiful, deliciously corruptible, sinful tragedy.
I watched her dance like an angel. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen—graceful, elegant, ethereal.
We were introduced, and she was ordered to accompany me to dinner. To wear the dress waiting for her back in her dressing room. To drape herself in fine lace and silk lingerie, and to finish it with the diamond ring.
My ring.
This was the night she fell into my web. The night she learned her mission. The night she became my fiancée, though she never had a choice.
She is the perfect woman to play a part, and I am the perfect man to use her brilliance to dazzle my enemies.
Tatiana Pavlov, prima ballerina, may have danced her way into hell, but I take my fake marriage vows seriously.
She will obey me, for better or worse, and enjoy the riches my billions bring—until death do us part, according to my vengeful law.
This is business – it’s always about the business and she will be no exception. But when the curtain falls, who will be taking the final bow?
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