At the divorce, her husband left her a ‘useless’ dacha plot with a smirk. He had no idea what secret the old well on it was hiding…
“Sign it, Kseniya Arkadyevna, and let’s put an end to this farce.” Rodion carelessly slid a folder of documents toward me. His well-groomed fingers drummed on the mahogany desk, and that same smirk I’d come to hate over the years played on his lips. The smirk of a predator cornering its prey. “What is this?” […]
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