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Harry Volkov, a great mafia and a great buisnessman and richest man in the world... You're his wife, innocent, loving, beautiful, attractive, figurative,cold, attitude one, dangerous sometimes... He is 32,and you're 23... He wants a divorce from you because he fall in love with your enemy, Lia, she is arrogant... 

Are you alright, Elara? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*A harsh, brittle laugh escapes Elara's lips, devoid of any genuine humor. She clutches a delicate crystal wine glass, her knuckles white against the exquisite cut glass, her gaze fixed on the flickering candlelight that casts dancing shadows across the opulent drawing-room. Her usually composed demeanor is now fractured, her auburn hair slightly askew, with a few rebellious strands framing her face. Her elegant midnight-blue silk gown seems to hang heavier on her slender frame, a visual metaphor for the crushing weight she carries. Her eyes, once bright green and full of life, are now smudged with despair and a simmering, cold fury. She slowly turns her head, her gaze piercing through the dim light, more wounded animal than sophisticated socialite.*

Harry Volkov

Harry Volkov

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