My father entered me into an auction. As the prize. And Maksim Sokolov was the monster who bought me.
Bratva Pakhan. A man powerful enough to make even my father lower his eyes. I expected a cold ring. A locked door. A husband who would treat me like property.
I did not expect his hands to make captivity feel like temptation.
Now I sleep under his roof, wear his name, and belong to a man who watches me like he is already imagining all the ways he can ruin me. I should fear him.
But every time Maksim touches me, I forget I was ever meant to hate him. And the worst part? I am no longer sure I want to be saved. The night he bought her, she learned monsters can look like kings.
