Arthur Tagaev, the father of my children—Europe’s youngest billionaire, who at twenty-seven took charge of the Tagaev empire instead of his father.
Every time I open his Instagram page, I scold myself.
But there’s one small excuse—I have his children in my belly. Three. Two boys and a girl. Danil, David, and Dian’ka.
My three \"Ds.\" And I want to know more about their father, since it so happened that they’re not needed by him.
People like the Tagaevs don’t need children from women like me. That’s something his mother explained to me very clearly. Even Arthur himself didn’t bother to talk to me.
Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve, and my \"three Ds\" are still too early to be born.
But everything is going wrong…