I froze with the phone in my hand. My ex-husband stood in the doorway. He heard everything… Remizov walked toward me and almost slammed me into the wall with his body. “So, Sonya is my daughter?” he asked, squeezing my waist until it hurt. “Mine?” I whispered, looking away. “Yours,” I said quietly. “What the hell is this, Lika?” he snarled. “This is exactly what it is!” I met his gaze bravely and lifted my chin. “You betrayed me. Which means you betrayed her too. We don’t need a daddy who’s a traitor and a scoundrel—clear?” “Not clear,” he growled again, moving closer, his face near mine. “I’ll take Sonya if she’s mine. And you too. Then you’ll be mine as well.” I stood there, unable to move in his arms. Remizov didn’t know the main thing—I was carrying another gift of his passion that had happened between us not so long ago…