I took a high-paying nanny job just to survive.
I didn’t expect my new boss to be the Bratva kingpin who bought my innocence five years ago.
Back then, my father threw me onto an underground auction block. I thought my life was over—until Ivan Volkov raised his paddle.
Cold. Ruthless. A mafia monster with silver at his temples.
He bought me, sheltered me, and ruined me for anyone else. Under his rough hands and ruthless kisses, I foolishly surrendered my heart.
Until his ex-wife returned, and his cruel words shattered my world:
"Don’t think sleeping with me makes you the lady of the house."
I ran, never looking back.
Now, desperate to survive, I accept a highly paid nanny job in Manhattan.
Walking through those gilded doors, the man standing at the top of the stairs makes my blood run cold.
Ivan.
I try to flee, but his obsession has only grown darker. When my shift ends, the monster follows me back to my tiny apartment.
Now, he’s pinning me against my own front door, his heavy body trapping my silenced gasps while my new suitor knocks on the other side.
"Tell him to leave," Ivan growls against my throat, his hips claiming mine. "Tell him who you belong to."
He thinks he has me cornered.
But what the monster doesn’t know...
Is that sleeping soundly in the next room is a little boy with his exact ice-blue eyes.
