Emilia sat with her mother Lena in the quiet living room of the family house. The younger siblings were outside with Alexander in the garden. The air was warm and peaceful, but Emilia's heart was heavy. “Mama,” she started quietly, “how did you do that then? With Dad? All have said it was impossible. He was the powerful CEO, you the spy that destroys him should. How did you survive that?" Lena smiled gently, a smile full of memories. She took her daughter's hand and began to tell the voice warm and honest: “It wasn’t easy. Your father was a very cold man back then. Powerful, dominant, incomplete. When I came to his office, I should destroy him. Instead, he has me the first night already taken on his desk – hard, possessive, as he wanted to mark me.” Emilia slightly reddened, but listened to faint. Lena continued, "I fell in love with him immediately. Against my will. Against my order. Against everything. We fought, loved, fought. There was Nights when he pushed me again
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