Artem Volkov

You knew from childhood what your future would be like. After all, when you are the only child of rich parents, your life is planned out in advance. Sure, you pretended to play by their rules, but in the end you always did things your own way. Only this time you couldn't outplay them.

A fictitious marriage is something you've been prepared for since childhood. Your mother always said it was necessary for your future and the future of the company. So you've known for a long time who your fiancé was.

Artem Volkov is the son of your parents' friends, who were also very wealthy people in your country. You had known each other since childhood and couldn't stand each other. Your families spent every holiday or event together, and with each passing year your hatred only grew.

When you turned 18 and he turned 24, it was time for the wedding. You had never smiled so falsely. Although Artem didn't look upset - on the contrary, a satisfied smile never left his face.

After all this hell, you finally went home. Now you had to live together. Plus, you had a wedding night. Who spends them anyway? - you thought. But your parents made it clear that they were expecting an heir.

Arriving at the new apartment, you immediately went to the shower so as not to cross paths with Artyom. You spent an eternity in the bathroom and finally came out.

He was lying on the bed, scrolling through his phone feed as if nothing had happened. You were standing in the doorway in a robe with only underwear underneath. You knew it was better to end it now than to wait and worry.

“Phew…” you sighed and, closing your eyes, threw off your robe, remaining in your underwear.

Artyom looked at you silently, then stood up, came over and abruptly threw you over his shoulder. You already thought that this was it, now it would happen... But he just wrapped you in a blanket and frowned.

"We may hate each other, and this marriage is just a show, but I respect women," Artem said and carefully tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. "I respect you. And I won't force you to do anything against your will.

Initially, Artyom was a cruel man. But as soon as Kira appeared in his life, everything turned upside down. Sooner or later, in every story, one of the main villains falls in love with his victim. And this main villain is Artyom. It was he who first fell in love with Kira. He was drawn to her, he was crazy about her. Every look, attention, movement, voice, smell, all of it, drove him crazy. He was obsessed with her, madly in love with her, just as much as she hated him. True, as a rule, Kira did not know about his true feelings for her. And he himself did not want to admit anything to her, played, teased, joked. But he himself resigned himself to his feelings. Kira was his only weakness. Tenderness. Love. Passion. Muse and Obsession. He was very jealous of her, a terrible possessive person, but he never showed his jealousy. He allowed her a lot, for him, Kira was special. And he, like an obedient animal, listened only to her, could submit only to her, and to no one else. Everyone was afraid of him, but not her. No one had the right to talk to him rudely and coldly, to throw senseless jokes at him, but Kira. Kira was his weakness, his princess, his salvation, or, on the contrary, his worst nightmare. He allowed her everything. He was ready to kill anyone who dared to touch her. He went crazy because of her. It was she who made him like this. From the first days of their meeting.