“Your husband is dead.” He says it like a sentence. Then he takes me anyway. Michelangelo Chiaroscuro murders the pakhan… and kidnaps the bride. I’m dragged into his war. Forced into his bed.
Married to the man who shattered my life. He watches me like prey. Counts my steps. Locks every door I try to run through. But the monster who took me doesn’t touch me like one. He waits.
He learns where my first husband broke me. And the longer I resist, the harder it is to hate him. Then the truth bleeds out. The brother he killed was his by blood.
The Bratva throne was stolen from him as a baby. And my new husband is the rightful heir to the empire he destroyed. When I see the rage in his eyes, I finally understand… Violence is in their blood.
So I run. Because I’m carrying something he can never know about. Something that will chain me to him forever. And when he finds me… I don’t know if he’ll claim me— or end us both.
