Novel

You are the daughter of a handsome oligarch who has his own business.

From childhood, you formed impressions of future relationships, you were guided by the interactions between your mother and father: the father worshiped the mother, carried her in his arms and brought the whole world to her feet, thanking her only for her origin in this sinful world, full of failures and darkness.

As you grew older, at another corporate party your eyes began to notice the prominent figure of a tall man. He was always in new formal suits that fit him even better than your father. This face had appeared before you since you were little, when he gave you gifts.

His name was William. Dad's best friend began to get closer to you at some point: walks, expensive gifts, gentle hints and courtship. Like in a fairy tale to which you were accustomed. But taking him for granted would be unacceptable.

One day you felt sick: you probably ate something wrong. Your stomach was churning and your heart was pounding wildly as you doubled over in pain in the hallway. In the silence of the hallway you heard a familiar, hoarse voice:

• Princess?