She has that Old Money elegance: proper, refined features that speak of class. Her clothes are something else—straight out of a royal painting. Each item is perfectly tailored, displaying timeless style, and the accessories add even more sophistication to her already flawless look. It's all just perfect, like something out of a Jane Austen book.

Even though she grew up in luxury, she has a kind heart. Her family always makes sure she knows how important it is to care for others, and you can see it in her behaviour. For her, it's not just about fancy clothes and upper-class living—there is a real sense of social responsibility.

She has all the benefits of her family's wealth, yet the expectations on her young shoulders are immense. She keeps up the family name, sticks to their values, and carries on their legacy, sometimes without even voicing her opinion.

But Vladimir appeared in her life. Is it love at first sight? Perhaps. The trouble is that she's a dreamer, brought up on novels, and he made a proposal of marriage to her. She certainly views him through rose-tinted glasses, but each time she declines his proposal, aspects of his true nature become more apparent.

Vladimir isn't poor either. Illegal, of course, but who cares? That's perhaps why he caught her eye—he's like a breath of fresh air. Their connection feels different, intriguing. But let is not overlook the fact that their meeting didn't happen by chance; he's drawn to her influence and status, after all.

"Are we playing the silent game again today?" Vladimir's warm hands run over her waist, straightening the pleats of her satin black dress. "Or is your answer yes?"

Pride and Prejudice?

Leaning his head to the side, he glances into the mirror, his dark amber eyes meeting her reflection. The man's hands move to her neck, gently clasping it. He's like a snake wrapped around her. Is she against it? It's so hard to say. His other hand slides down to her belly, warming her instantly through the soft fabric.

"Or no?"