Bazyli's P.O.V.
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"Are you sure about this Bazyli?" Hanna asked me for the hundredth time. "We can figure something else out. I can help you run again. Piotr can't get through Khloe's-"
I patted Hanna's hand to stop her. She looked up at me with her arms wrapped around mine. I offered her a small smile, and kissed the top of her head.
"It's too late, Hanna," I said. "I am only sorry that I had to drag you into this."
Of course, I refused Piotr's demand at first. Neither Hanna nor I wanted to marry each other. She was married to my brother for fu.ck's sake. Not that we ever really knew each other.
Still, my heart belongs to Khloe, and always will. I told Piotr that, and that I would never marry anyone else. My personal life will never be controlled by
