I’m afraid of him to the point of trembling. This man is like the very devil: cold, cruel, and without a trace of pity. He doesn’t accept refusals. For him, any girl is just another victory in a scorching bed: he seduces skillfully, and then leaves without a hint of remorse, leaving behind broken, trusting hearts.
What’s more, this domineering millionaire is convinced that everything can be bought with money—even someone else’s will—and made to submit. And I still don’t understand what fateful mistake I made when I got involved with him.
That day, I only meant to reconcile with my fiancé… who, as it turned out, was his son. From that moment on, my life became a living hell from which, it seems, there is no escape.