Bazyli's P.O.V.
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"Are you sure about this Bazyli?" Hanna asked me for the hundredth time. "We can figure something else out. I can help you run again. Piotr can't get through Khloe's-"
I patted Hanna's hand to stop her. She looked up at me with her arms wrapped around mine. I offered her a small smile, and kissed the top of her head.
"It's too late, Hanna," I said. "I am only sorry that I had to drag you into this."
Of course, I refused Piotr's demand at first. Neither Hanna nor I wanted to marry each other. She was married to my brother for f***k's sake. Not that we ever really knew each other.
Still, my heart belongs to Khloe, and always will. I told Piotr that, and that I would never marry anyone else. My personal life will never be controlled by
