I was just working the night shift—
Until a Russian mafia boss decided I’d pay off my ex’s debt… with marriage.
Sounds like a trashy soap opera?
Then why was he in my crappy apartment, wearing a tailored suit and demanding me,
“You can pay me with your body.”
Viktor Petrov.
Twice my age. Silver hair. Sinful smile.
He didn’t want money—he wanted me.
I ran. I screamed. I fought.
He spanked me. Fingered me.
Made me come begging.
Then came the ring. The contract. The mansion I wasn’t allowed to leave.
All I had to do was be his wife.
His possession. His good girl.
I should’ve hated him—
Until I found out I was pregnant.
And this twisted marriage?
Yeah… it’s just getting started.
