Two Stripes for the Tyrant

It turns out you even have to pay too high a price for happiness. I thought Ignat Litvinov was a real tyrant, but I consciously made a deal with him only to save my husband from a huge debt. And in return, I got what I’d dreamed of for years. Seeing two lines for a desperate woman is a gift of fate. And now I’m ready to fight for my baby to the last drop of blood—but my personal tyrant has his own plans for this. Contains profanity.