Официальный дилер в Самаре
His grandfather had set a trap.
A sleek, glass-and-steel office tower in Chicago, and the crumbling, magic-lit Dreamland amusement park.
Rowan had two choices: walk away from Zahra to save the park… or lose everything for love. He found her sketching under the Ferris wheel at midnight. She took one look at his face and knew.
“I don’t want Dreamland if I can’t have it with her,” he said. “Find another heir.”
One rainy night, the park’s main carousel flickered to life—unplugged. Zahra stood beside it, drenched, laughing.
“You’re my new boss?” she asked, tilting her head. “Or my prisoner?”
“It’s haunted,” she said. “Grandpa always said the carousel chooses who to trust.”
She wore mismatched socks, drank chai lattes with too much sugar, and smiled at him like he wasn’t the monster who had tried to bulldoze her life’s work.
