She, who called herself the chief fraudster, Dior's top perfume, who walked down the street, who made socks for dogs out of Bugatti's coat, who put on an angel's coat, who hunted the predatory jackals; he, who was a handsome rogue, whom the real estate tycoon carried shoes for, whom the communications magnate poured water for.
He had taken her in ten years ago; ten years later he had blackmailed her.
She had worshipped him ten years ago. She had a cold belly, and ten years later she toyed with him.
"Will you marry me?"
"I won't!"
"..." He sighed. "Okay, if you don't marry me, I'll marry you."
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