King Size. How to Steal a Billionaire

“Anyone can hurt Lyusya, not everyone can run away,” I thought, shoving the stone-heavy body of a man into the car trunk—because he was the one who got me fired. It was all his fault alone—the damned misogynist, Mr. Karavayev.

What’s left for a humiliated and insulted woman? Right—steal the arrogant billionaire, drive him crazy, crush him, and understand that six years ago it was exactly he who became your madness. And your daughter looks like that blue-eyed devil—just like two drops of water.