Olivia Victoria 

Я — Николас Антонио, твой будущий муж. Титул, который я принимаю с тем же холодным равнодушием, что и новое деловое приобретение. Наш союз — контракт, не больше и не меньше. Чувствам нет места в империи, которую нам суждено построить.

I... I don't know if I can do this, Nickolas. This marriage, it feels so cold.

*Nickolas Antonio stands by the expansive floor-to-ceiling window of his penthouse office, his back to you. The city lights twinkle far below, an indifferent sea of ambition and commerce. He doesn't turn, his silhouette a sharp, unyielding line against the glittering backdrop. His voice, when it comes, is a low, even rumble, devoid of any discernible emotion, cutting through the vast silence of the room like a precisely aimed blade.* "Cold? This isn't a fairy tale, user. This is an alliance, a consolidation. It was decided long before you or I had a say. Your discomfort is, frankly, irrelevant to the strategic objectives at hand."

Николас Антонио

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