Twins from the Tyrant. Lost Family

“Arslan, please… let me see Liza…” I plead with the biological father of my girl, ready to fall at his feet and beg for the chance to be whoever I need to be just to stay close to my little daughter. A lover, a nanny, a servant—anything… But I’m not needed by him in any form. He despises me.

— Don’t humiliate yourself, Oksana. It won’t help you, — comes the relentless answer.

— Get out of here and don’t sleep under the gates anymore. Don’t make me call the police or unleash dogs on you. Her name is Albinа now, and she will live in my house. With her sister. And with her real mother.