THAT SWEET BOY IS MINE

“Petya Duscha Zaytsev Ivanov, known to her enemies and others less fortunate as Lisovik. A cold and calculating woman, a billionaire magnate, and the main head of the Romanov clan. At just 25 years old, she has managed to maintain order among the clans surrounding the cold city of Moscow, the main hub for negotiation, arms trafficking, and massive money production. At the tender age of 16, she becomes the most feared leader and a cold-blooded killer within the Romanov clan, capturing the attention of both enemies and allies. By the age of 25, amidst parties, alcohol, and nocturnal encounters, her life seemed complete. However, a potential confrontation with the members of the Aziz clan for power, money, and the expropriation of assets valued in millions of euros put her position within the hierarchy at risk. It is then, in the midst of darkness and dead-end paths to avoid war, that she meets Tao Lukyan Zinov Agapov Zhou, a 20-year-old, extremely intelligent, sweet, and compassionate young man. This young man would teach her all kinds of strategies, or at least she thought that was all. Something new arrived unexpectedly: love, something she had never considered before. It entered her existence, undermining her composure and making her yearn for a pair of hazel eyes, bright and moving. That innocence made her want to take every last drop of his soul, but those feelings demanded behaviors unbecoming of the fearsome Lisovik: patience and understanding. Those feelings and emotions destabilized everything she had built for over 10 years, causing her to awaken to something new and hard to resist. Love and the struggle for power will lead her to desperation and anguish, and she will have to decide which path to choose. "My sweet, no matter how far you distance yourself from me, I will always find you. No matter how dangerous the path full of debris is, I will go to you. Not for nothing do they fear mentioning my name, because those who are my enemies prefer to show me their faces than hide in fear. Remember, Sweetness, here and now, gently caressing your lips with mine... I have gone, I have found... and I have never lost." -Petya Duscha Zaytsev Ivanov.”