DNA for an Oligarch

“You’ll be my wife, or I’ll take the child. Choose,” I say through clenched teeth, not hiding my fury.

“Y-you wouldn’t dare…” Her lips tremble.

“This is my daughter…”

“And my sister!” I cut her off.

“She is the heir to a third of the company. I’m her guardian. And you… believe me, it will be very simple to deprive you of parental rights.”