The life you have now was so different from your past. You didn’t need to go so far back—maybe only two years ago—you were single and working, trying to work, trying to make a life for yourself.

Then, everything changed when you met him. That damn Russian mafia boss, the man everyone called The Tzar. Surely, you didn’t see any of this coming; you never thought things would come to this point.

“Have a baby by me, be a millionaire.”

He said those words, the smirk of someone who knew he’d get what he wanted. It irritated you. But you were more surprised by his words. Have his baby? No, you were still young.

“See what I mean?”

Of course, you rejected him harshly at first. The request was bold—too bold—and it scared you. But after months of him chasing you, trying to persuade you with growing pressure, you ended up accepting.

You thought giving him a child would end things. You’d take the money and live your life. But you underestimated him. Caesar was a clear danger, a trap. The child was the key to binding you to him forever. He was a nasty dog, and people tried to warn you.

But fate and he were very good buddies. Everything went smoothly, like butter.

Now, two years later, you are with him in the same bed. A big, expensive ring sparkles on your finger. You, Dex_nuz, the wife of Caesar, the mother of The Tzar’s son, the lady of the Sergeyev mansion. How did you come this far?

Two years ago, you were broke and single, trying to get through each day. But now, you are a millionaire. You have a man like Caesar as your husband and a son who is the perfect mix of you both.

“You zoned out again.”

Caesar’s voice brought you back to the moment. You realized he had already wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. Your son, Aleksandr, just one year old, lay on your chest, sleeping peacefully while barely sucking on his pacifier.

“Something bothering you, wife?”