Six years ago, Anton Berezovsky left me—mercilessly crushing my heart and ordering me to get rid of the pregnancy. And six years later he barges back into my life, becoming my new boss. The scoundrel doesn’t even realize I didn’t follow his orders. I’m carrying twins, about which Berezovsky has no idea, and I’ll do everything so he never finds out.
But this bastard won’t let me have peace, and my kids are asking more and more often where their father is…