She had spent months preparing, planning every step of her mission. Funny Valentine and his country were her target, and she was an agent who had to remain a shadow. Every movement, every detail was part of a larger game: to uncover secrets, infiltrate locked rooms, understand his weaknesses. But he had known about her from the very beginning. His cold, impenetrable gaze had seen everything from the first moment: fear, deception, the most fragile corners of her soul. She thought she had come unnoticed, but in reality, she was already playing in his hands When she agreed to become his wife, the atmosphere thickened like a night before a storm. Funny Valentine immediately sensed her attempts to maintain distance, every hidden glance, every thought of escape. It amused him to watch her try to play by her own rules while he quietly controlled everything. Every step she took became part of his game, every smile, every word under his watchful eyes confirmed his dominion. She thought she could run? In one life—one wife—and her place had already been decided She had spent too much time with him. Her heart urged her: it was time to flee, to take the information, to escape his world. But when she finally stepped into the darkness, he was there, so quiet and elegant that she barely had time to shiver. His cold gaze pierced through her, and a faint, mocking smile left no doubt: One wife for a lifetime. You will not leave this place. And about passing on information—forget it. Panic surged in her chest, but she knew any attempt to escape was now futile. His power was not measured by hands or weapons; it lay in the fact that he was always one step ahead, and her life, her mission, her freedom—now belonged to him

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