“Yesterday my father signed the papers and handed me control of the holding. From now on, I can’t afford to get distracted by intrigues,” Maxim pressed coldly.
I thought we were in love and that everything was serious. I dreamed of getting married. I wanted to tell him the good news—that I’m pregnant—but for him, our relationship was just a fling.
I recovered. I endured it. I forgot.
I raised our daughter alone and was fairly happy—until the moment the holding of Maxim Kura-vin bought our tiny publishing house. And now my entire life is like walking through a minefield, because I can’t fall in love with him again, and he mustn’t learn about our daughter.