SLAVE TO YOUR LOVE
“I have done what I had to do for you, and now be gone. And never, under any circumstance, call me like that again.”
And Andrey never had. Not when he’d made his first million. Not when he’d bought every piece of property in that godforsaken town, every house, and every field, every shop and every building, by the time he was twenty-seven.
Not even when he’d stood over the old man’s bed in the hospital, and watched impassively as the soulless bastard who had raised him, if that was what it could be called, exhaled his last breath.
There had been no reconciliation. There had been no hint of regret, no last-moment reversals before death had come to claim him, three years ago. Andrey had been t