Millionaire decided to help a destitute woman with children, but later found out that she was his former love—the one he had betrayed many years ago.

Victor Kolesnikov slowed his SUV at the intersection. Through the window of the expensive foreign car, the world outside seemed somehow different, as if shielded by an invisible barrier from everyday problems. The businessman tiredly wiped his eyes with his palm. The day had been exhausting—negotiations with his Japanese partners had dragged on until late […]

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— Let the daughter-in-law write a refusal for the apartment,» said the father-in-law to his son. «And even better, transfer all the property to me.

After the divorce, Sergey did not trust women. His first wife turned out not to be the most honest girl, and almost immediately after buying a luxury apartment, she filed for divorce and for a division of property. It turned out that she had prepared documents and provided proof that she had a fairly high […]

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Someone Else’s Summer Cottage

A year ago, the Reshetnyevs bought a country house. Pavel had been itching to get a dacha ever since he turned fifty. Besides, the memories of his village childhood—of his parents’ home and garden—kept coming back. The dacha was modest but well-maintained. They painted the wooden house, patched up the fence, and replaced the gate. […]

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Congratulations on the inheritance from your aunt!» the mother-in-law cheered. «Now we’ll finally solve the problem of my little one’s debts.

Victoria stared at yet another unpaid bill spread out on the kitchen table. She mechanically brushed a stray lock of hair back into place and let out a heavy sigh. In the next room, Artem was enthusiastically telling someone on the phone about his new project—online self-improvement courses. «Imagine, it’s simply revolutionary!» His excited declaration […]

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The homeless runaway found a phone and wanted to return it, but when she held it to the ear, she heard a familiar tune.

Sveta watched with a slight envy as parents picked up their little ones to go home. “— Misha, don’t cry; we’ll be back here tomorrow,” reassured one of the mothers. “— Kolenka, your dad is waiting for us at home. Let’s go quickly,” urged another. “— Katyusha, the sand isn’t going anywhere. We’ll play again […]

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