About the book: year / I don’t love him, I hate him! He killed my father and I intend to take revenge... And for this I have to continue to do all the dirty work for Nick, who I hate, because this is the only way I can be very close to kill him. But every day being next to him becomes harder and harder for me... - Have you mixed up anything, girl? — the man grins. - Throw that thing away and come to me! I want you! - This won't happen! — I wheeze and step back. - You will still end up here. At my feet, where you belong! There is a price to pay for betrayal. And believe me, I will take the debt from you in full. — the man abruptly gets up from his chair and comes close to me, the barrel of the pistol presses against his chest, where his stone heart beats. - Come on, pull the damn trigger! You dreamed about this! You hate me so much! Press and I will die, and you will be happy! I feel my hands shaking. I've wanted this for so long, but now something is stopping me. -You only have one chance, girl! Either you kill me, or I will never let you go! — I hear Nick’s calm voice. I raise my head and look into his eyes, but I don’t see the fear of death, but only lust! From this look, heat ran through my body, my hand trembled and my finger pressed the trigger. There was a dry click and... that was it. There was no shot. I look up in fear and see an angry grin: “Since you’re finished, now it’s my turn.”…