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"Right," Veronica said smoothly, crossing one leg over the other. Her voice carried that polished superiority only she could master. "Like where did you two even meet? What made you like her? Why did you think she was the one you needed to marry?"
Her words dripped with disbelief, every syllable emphasizing how absurd the marriage was to her.
They were fair questions, painfully fair. Why did Vladimir choose to marry me? Why not someone else? Was it just to spite my pack for the past feud between ours?
Vladimir said nothing.
Veronica’s chuckle cut through the silence like the ring of fine crystal. "I knew it," she said, turning to him. "This is just some staged love story, isn’t it? A way for you to dodge settling down and having a real family."
Yes. That’s exactly what it seemed
