About the book: year / - I’m taking... - The money is on the table, - he throws it, not even letting me finish. “Your well-deserved compensation for the time we played at love and had fun.” - W-what? - I whisper. - What did you say? “Maya, you were always smarter than you tried to seem,” he chuckles, looking at me with eyes full of sadism. “Don’t make me give up on you when I say goodbye.” Take the money and leave. I don't need you anymore. I've played enough. — Have you played enough? - I swallow my tears. - Did you have fun? “Yes,” he nods, smiling widely. - Did you think that I would ever want to connect my life with someone like you? A nameless girl from an orphanage? No... Of course not!.. - he laughs in my face. - What a naive fool you are...