“I can’t be pregnant! I’m still a virgin!” Panic engulfs me head to toe. I refuse to believe what’s happening…
A tall, handsome brunette sits on the bed and pulls me into his arms, pressing me against himself.
— And I’m not your wife! I don’t know you!
I try to break free, but he holds me firmly.
— Hush, hush…—he calms me, stroking my belly.—Don’t be nervous. It’s bad for the baby.
A young handsome billionaire with the manners of a dictator insists that we are married.
And I don’t remember how I met him, how I became his wife… I don’t remember anything that happened in the last few months. Only once in a while, my memory throws me terrifying images from our past.
I need to find a way to get rid of these bonds. But how do you do that when every argument of ours inevitably ends up in the bedroom?