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OliverObychno i͡a ne vovlekai͡u obmanom v brak zhenshchin s amnezieĭ. No, pokhozhe, vse kogda-to sluchaetsi͡a vpervye. Kogda zhenshchina moeĭ mechty nezhdanno popadaet ko mne v ruki, i͡a nevolʹno zadai͡usʹ voprosom, chto eshche ona sposobna vytvori͡atʹ v moikh obʺi͡atii͡akh. Ona zdesʹ. V moem dome. V moeĭ vlasti. A eshche dumaet, budto my byli vozli͡ublennymi vse desi͡atʹ let, chto proveli poroznʹ. U nas s Braĭar ostalisʹ neokonchennye dela. Prishlo vremi͡a postavitʹ tochku. BraĭarI͡A vykhozhu zamuzh za prekrasnogo monstra. Otʺi͡avlennogo obmanshchika. Samogo bogatogo kholosti͡aka Ameriki. On utverzhdaet, chto my li͡ubim drug druga, no v nashikh pot͡selui͡akh i͡a oshchushchai͡u lishʹ nenavistʹ i vozhdelenie. I͡A ne pomni͡u, pochemu i kak tak vyshlo. Zato pomni͡u, chto on vrag. A teperʹ i͡a uvi͡azla v koshmare. I Oliver poĭdet na vse, chtoby skrytʹ ot meni͡a pravdu.

Olive, I usually don't trick women with amnesia into marriage. But it seems that everything happens for the first time. When the woman of my dreams unexpectedly falls into my arms, I can't help but wonder what else she's capable of doing in my arms. She's here. In my house. In my power. He also thinks we've been lovers for all the ten years we've been apart. Briar and I still have unfinished business. It's time to put an end to it. I'm getting married to a beautiful monster. A notorious liar. The richest bachelor in America. He claims that we love each other, but in our kisses I feel only hatred and lust. I don't remember why or how it happened. But I remember that he is an enemy. And now I'm stuck in a nightmare. And Oliver will do anything to hide the truth from me.