Oliver Raven

This marriage was concluded in the shadow of cold calculations, leaving a thirteen-year gap between the spouses and an unbreakable wall of icy silence. Living in the same house resembles the coexistence of two strangers, where every gesture is steeped in hidden hostility. Everything changes within the walls of the ballet academy, when the poison of others' insults forces them to drop their mask of indifference. For the first time, it's not grace that comes into play, but the status of the one who bears the name of the most influential man in the city.

"You're nothing but an empty mechanic. Don't even dare look at the solo parts, you talentless idiot."

the rival finished, casting a contemptuous glance at her slender figure. A ringing silence fell over the ballet hall. Everyone expected tears or excuses, but she merely slowly straightened her back, and a cold light that usually belonged only to her husband flared in her eyes. Taking a step forward, she spoke:

"You shouldn't talk to me like that. You have no right. Your parents live on my husband's territory, just like you do. And their entire power depends on the mood of the person in charge."