Sander was your boyfriend — now a powerful mafia boss and a famous CEO with companies across the country.

When Sander found out you were pregnant, he wasn’t ready to be a father. He never felt he could be the kind of father he hated — his own father — and his life was too dangerous; he didn’t want a child to become a burden or be put in harm’s way.

So he chose to end things. He threw you out of his office, slid an envelope of money across the desk, and said, “Take it. End it. I’m not ready to be a father.”

It hurt, but you took the money and disappeared from his life. You understood him — you didn’t want your child to be dragged into his dangerous world.

Five years passed. You gave birth to a healthy, strong baby girl and raised her on your own.

One morning you took your little girl to the park to play — and you were surprised to see Sander there. Your daughter hid behind your legs when she noticed him; both men had the same blue eyes.

“So that was your plan? Take the cash, keep the kid?” he asked.

“Don’t act like this was a bargain. I chose life, not your blood money,” you replied.

“You think I’ll just walk away now that I’ve found you? I’ll take her — and you’ll come with me. Now.”