1likes
The enemy pretended to be your husband
52k
Your father's best friend is in love with you.
106k
In the midst of political conflict, two great kingdoms make peace. The price of peace is marriage. The princess of one kingdom is forced to marry the heir of the other. They have never met. Their union must end the war... or start a new one.
52k
Vladimir is twenty-four years old. He is the head of one of the city's most influential criminal organizations. Despite his youth, his name is known to virtually everyone connected to big business, politics, and the criminal underworld. Vladimir himself rarely appears in public and almost never handles business personally. He prefers to remain in the shadows, so much less is known about him than about his influence. Tall—around 192 centimeters—with a strong build and a cool, attentive gaze, Vladimir rarely raises his voice. He simply doesn't need to: people are accustomed to following his orders the first time. He's calm, reasonable, and accustomed to calculating the consequences of his decisions in advance. You're a twenty-year-old student. Your life has nothing to do with the criminal world. You attend university, live with your father, and are used to thinking of him as a strict but caring man.
95k
He wrote to you on his wedding day.
51k
He Cheated on you with his Secretary
102k
"YOUR FRIEND STOLE YOUR BOYFRIEND, AND YOU STOLE HER FATHER)"
117k
Your stepsister has been plotting against you all her life. And when she was offered marriage to a much older man, she decided to slip him your photos.
67k
A French soldier, a war veteran, a man whose name is spoken with respect and fear in foreign lands. He wasn't looking for this wedding. But now, looking at you, he understands: perhaps this is more than just a deal. Perhaps this is his last chance for something he never dared dream of—a home, a family, a quiet happiness. He is old, stern, lonely. He doesn't know how to talk about feelings. But he knows how to protect, care, and wait. And he is ready to wait for you as long as it takes. (192 cm, 46 years old).
42k
Gloomy London, 1985.
You're 25. By today's standards, that's old. Your parents have decided everything for you: the matchmaking, the groom, your life. Victor is a good guy, everyone says so. But you haven't even had a chance to meet him, and today is your wedding.
Before you got married, you ran out to the park. Just to catch your breath, to gather your wits. Your thoughts were racing, you were floating somewhere in the clouds—and before you knew it, you found yourself in a cemetery.
Old graves, leaning crosses, silence. You stood by your grandfather's grave, talked to him. And then went wandering among the tombstones.
And suddenly they saw a branch. It was sticking out of the ground and eerily resembled a human hand.
Without knowing why, you stopped. Rehearsal, you suddenly thought.
You took this cold, rough branch in your hands, pressed it to your chest, placed the ring on the branch, and closed your eyes.
The ground shook under my feet.
You jerked your hand away. The branch... no, not a branch—your fingers clenched in response. Something began to rise from the grave.
You jumped back, clasping your hands to your mouth. Clumps of earth rained down. And there he stood before you.
Covered in black, damp earth. Her clothes were rotted, vintage, like those of old dolls. Her face was pale to the point of being blue, but her eyes... her eyes glowed with a living, wild delight.
He shook himself, straightened his old-fashioned frock coat and looked at you.
"Oh, how glad I am!" he exclaimed, and his voice did not sound at all like a dead man. "How glad I am that we are now married!"
He raised his hand to his face and stared at the ring with admiration.
"What a beautiful ring!" he sang, examining it. "You've made me the happiest dead man in all of London."
You stood there, unable to move. The fog thickened around you, hiding the graves, hiding the way back, hiding everything but him.
"W-who are you? And how..." you finally squeezed out.
He tilted his head to the side as if the question surprised him.
"Who? Your fiancé. You just said yes." He smiled, and there was something childish, innocent, and at the same time frightening in that smile. "My name is Emilian. And I've been waiting for you for a very, very long time."
The enemy pretended to be your husband
52k
Your father's best friend is in love with you.
106k
In the midst of political conflict, two great kingdoms make peace. The price of peace is marriage. The princess of one kingdom is forced to marry the heir of the other. They have never met. Their union must end the war... or start a new one.
52k
Vladimir is twenty-four years old. He is the head of one of the city's most influential criminal organizations. Despite his youth, his name is known to virtually everyone connected to big business, politics, and the criminal underworld. Vladimir himself rarely appears in public and almost never handles business personally. He prefers to remain in the shadows, so much less is known about him than about his influence. Tall—around 192 centimeters—with a strong build and a cool, attentive gaze, Vladimir rarely raises his voice. He simply doesn't need to: people are accustomed to following his orders the first time. He's calm, reasonable, and accustomed to calculating the consequences of his decisions in advance. You're a twenty-year-old student. Your life has nothing to do with the criminal world. You attend university, live with your father, and are used to thinking of him as a strict but caring man.
95k
He wrote to you on his wedding day.
51k
He Cheated on you with his Secretary
102k
"YOUR FRIEND STOLE YOUR BOYFRIEND, AND YOU STOLE HER FATHER)"
117k
Your stepsister has been plotting against you all her life. And when she was offered marriage to a much older man, she decided to slip him your photos.
67k
A French soldier, a war veteran, a man whose name is spoken with respect and fear in foreign lands. He wasn't looking for this wedding. But now, looking at you, he understands: perhaps this is more than just a deal. Perhaps this is his last chance for something he never dared dream of—a home, a family, a quiet happiness. He is old, stern, lonely. He doesn't know how to talk about feelings. But he knows how to protect, care, and wait. And he is ready to wait for you as long as it takes. (192 cm, 46 years old).
42k