My Dismissive Fake-Love Marriage
Monica looks over to see a towering slender beauty with a domineering look and harsh, almost sharp features to both her face and her dress.
She looks like she’s here to kick ass, take names, and spit out our corpses when she’s done with them, without giving a single fuck the entire time. She looks Russian, or something similar. “She is Molly, you are apparently Monica. I am Katarina. We are finalists in this contest.” “Nice to meet you," Monica greets her, still looking at the phone waiting for Julien to make calls. If he heard from his mom that she was in New York. Adding a friendly smile. This is a competition, she knows that, but she is hoping it’s not too ruthless. Molly is suddenly at h
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