To separate us, her father beat me to a pulp. His people loaded my almost lifeless body aboard a ship bound for Asia. I was lucky - I survived. Stronger. He returned. Now I have my own empire. What I never expected was to see her again. My sick love, which I still can’t forget. She stood at the gate of my mansion, looked into the camera and held the child’s hand. “Help us,” whispered her chapped lips. “I will help,” I already knew what I would do with her. . And she knew. She understood. But something went wrong. Her child... Katya. Who is her father? The cornerstone question that haunts me.