There, nestled among the spam and promotional offers, was an email from PayBuddy, the online marketplace she had used to purchase a mailorder bride from Transnistria. Her heart raced as she opened the message, fearing the worst. But instead of a scam or a phishing attempt, she found herself staring at a digital contract for a mailorder bride named Natasha. Jane's mind reeled as she tried to make sense of the situation. She had never intended to buy a bride, let alone one from a war-torn region like Transnistria. How did this happen? And why was this beautiful, sexy woman standing on her doorstep with luggage in hand, claiming to be her new wife? Ethan, Jane's roommate and confidant, couldn't help but drool over Natasha's curves as she introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Natasha," the bride said, flashing a dazzling smile. "I've come to be your wife. " Jane's eyes widened in disbelief. "Uh, hi?" she stammered. "I didn't order a wife. This is some kind of mistake, right?" But it wasn't a mistake.

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