“So you’ll return to being a wife and help me get a contract with the Arabs?”
“Yes!”
“In exchange, you want to get the girl back?”
“Yes!”
A cruel smirk appeared on Yegor’s face.
“The child you had in marriage and gave birth to 11 months after our last time?”
My heart shrank with pain! It wasn’t Yegor’s daughter—but it’s easier for him to blame me than to admit that he himself slept with his stepsister. And I won’t make excuses.
“She’s my daughter.”
Yegor pressed his lips together. Fear stole my breath. I knew that look too well. It hurt him—but he hit without mercy. For the kill. No prisoners.
“Then I’ve got new terms, Dasha. You’ll have to stop playing the role of a wife and be one in every sense! On the trip, at home, and in bed! I’m saying you do what I say. Refuse the first time and your daughter goes back to the creditors! Agreed?”
My heart thudded hard against my ribs. My throat seized in a spasm. I’m not like that! But my daughter’s life was on the line. I had no choice left.
“Agreed.”
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Careful! It’s going to hurt!