I Am Not Monte Cristo

No one knows who she is and where she came from. The city is stirred up for real: the heiress of a vast fortune, a stranger in a mask, rumored to hide ugly scars beneath it, is delivering precise and accurate blows to Nikita Elagin's business. These rumors amuse her because the ugliest scars are left on her heart, and the one who caused them must now pay the bills. The main thing is to hold on and not look into cobalt azure-blue eyes, because the step from hatred to love is much shorter than a single step, especially if it’s the step of her little son...