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I take a step to the side, letting her pass, my eyes devouring her body as she does so.

Just when she reaches the door, I call her name, forcing her to stop.

“Anya?“

“What?”

“You will be moving into my mansion once we are married.”

She stares at me with annoyance. “Why not my penthouse? Why is it automatically assumed it will be your place we move into?”

“Well, perhaps you should invite me to your place tonight and we can see whose place is better?” I say seductively.

She sucks her cheeks in and spins on her heels. “Whatever. Your mansion is fine. What difference does it make anyway? I’ll see you at the wedding,” she snaps as she marches away from me, her curvy hips swaying from side to side.

Fuck.

She’s far too sexy.

She is going to make the perfect wife.

She might be a firecracker, but she is also a diamond—even if she is a little rough at the edges with that attitude.

I walk back to where I was sitting and gather my things, slipping my phone into my pocket and my leather binder of paperwork under my arm.

I have a wedding to plan and invites to send out. I doubt the Dubrovs are going to be very willing to help with all of that, but I can handle it. I want everyone there and apart from her brothers, no one will have any idea that it is a purely arranged marriage. It will appear as legitimate as Oleg and Raisa’s marriage.

I head out of the building and down the street to where I parked my car. I feel satisfied in ways I couldn’t even have imagined were possible. When I put forward the suggestion that I be allowed to take Anya as my wife, I did not expect it to really happen. In fact, if she hadn’t been there today, it wouldn’t have happened. Her brothers would have fought me to the ground before agreeing to that. We would have had a massive fight, tension would have increased from every direction, business would have been affected.

Her being there—it was unexpectedly perfect.

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Over the next week I hurry through wedding arrangements while also running the business and trying to keep my siblings in order.

It’s overwhelming and chaotic, but I need to stay focused on everything that is going on. I must keep control over all aspects of my family and business.

My most important thought is that the wedding has to be extravagant, but it also has to be done as soon as possible before anyone has a change of heart. I believe Anya will stick to her word, but I don’t want to take any chances. I think her brothers are doing their best to talk her out of it.

My brothers think I’m crazy and Raisa is upset with me for forcing Anya into this situation, but they are all helping me organize things regardless of how they feel about it.

On the business side of things, for the alliance, we are in agreement that it will be very beneficial for our family but my brothers are worried that I am taking on too much with a girl like Anya.

Renat and Roman referred to her as a ‘problem I really don’t want’.

Rad thinks she is a bitch. Just straight up full of herself and spoiled.

Rigor and Ruvim seem to be the only ones who don’t have anything bad to say about her, simply commenting that they don’t know her well enough because she has never bothered to speak to them at any of the events we’ve attended together.

I don’t think they see her the way I do. That passionate strength. The confidence and determination. Her bubbly, wild and fun nature. I’ve been watching her for a long time now. I’ve seen her in so many different situations. I know her better than any of them do.

I’m completely sure I want her.

Even with that hot-tempered side—I want her.

Chapter 4 - Anya

I close my eyes and tilt my head right back. Taking the biggest breath in and then letting it out ever so slowly.

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