It all started with a bride auction.
I was sold to the Bratva King.
Alexei Morozov—the highest bidder, the man who killed my brother.
And the most beautiful man I have ever seen.
Scarred knuckles. Ice-blue eyes.
I expected brutality. Violence.
Instead, I found a man who carves penance into wood by night
While whispering prayers for forgiveness.
But the deeper I dig into my brother’s death,
The more I suspect Alexei isn’t the villain in this story.
He might be the only hero I have.
When rival families strike, I’m forced to choose—
Between the revenge I’ve craved for three years…
And the man I swore to hate, but can’t stop falling for.
