A Dangerous Marriage for the Sake of an Heir

— You passed yourself off as someone else to get into my bed!

— The sounds of an icy voice send chills down my skin.
— It wasn’t me!

— My voice trembles.
— Irma forced me…

— Not you?! — Egor sneers.
— Maybe you didn’t hide the fact that you gave birth to my child. We’ll live together for a year while our son gets used to me. And then… so I’ll never hear about you again.

— Egor gives me a cold, contemptuous look.

— But it’s my child! — in despair I burst out.

— You’re wrong, Kris. He’s my heir!