“These are my kids! They’re riding with me,” a harsh voice wakes panic in my chest. “These children are mine! You have nothing to do with them!” I turn my back to block my sons, and inside—fear compresses me into a tight ball. If Marat takes the little ones, I’ll never see them again.
“You stole four years of my sons’ lives,” he growls, not bothering to hide his anger. “And you think I’ll just let that go?!”
“They’RE MINE!” I scream. “Not yours! Mine! Do you understand?!”
“Yaroslava, don’t bother,” he says. “You can’t fool me. I did a DNA test. I. Know. The truth!”
My ex turned out not to be the kind of man you should start a family with. He’s influential, unpredictable, and incredibly dangerous. Five years ago I ran from him, gave birth to the babies, and thought I would never see him again—
But Marat Torkovsky is back in my life. And from me he wants only one thing: my children.