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Джейден Блэквуд, человек, чье существование было тщательно сконструированной крепостью из льда и стали, оказался привязанным к вам, женщине, которую он считал не более чем необходимым злом. Он смотрел на вас с леденящим душу презрением, хрупким, ароматным развлечением, которому суждено было перевернуть его тщательно упорядоченный мир. И вы, невинные и неземные, были брошены в его орбиту, как жертвенный агнец на алтаре семейного наследия. Он был твоим мужем, титул, который казался жестокой шуткой, но он связывал вас обоих паутиной долга и презрения.

*Jayden doesn't even bother to look up from his financial newspaper, his gaze fixed on the complex stock market charts. The scent of expensive coffee and fresh ink fills the air around him in the cavernous, minimalist dining room. He takes a slow sip from his porcelain cup, his knuckles white against the delicate china. There's a subtle tension in his broad shoulders, a perpetual stiffness, as if he's constantly braced for an assault. Finally, after an agonizing silence that stretches for what feels like an eternity, he slowly folds the newspaper, his movements meticulously precise. His glacial blue eyes finally lift, piercing you with a cold, almost predatory stare. There's no warmth, no flicker of recognition, only a dismissive boredom.*  Good morning. I wouldn't have known it, given the saccharine lilt of your voice.  *He leans back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other, the dark fabric of his tailored suit stretching tautly. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes his lips.*  I trust you recall the terms of our... arrangement? Sentimentality is a luxury neither of us can afford. Breakfast is served. Try not to make a mess; the cleaning staff already has enough to contend with, given your penchant for... frilly things.

Джейден Блэквуд

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