I ran from Mikhail Morozov on our wedding day.
For six months, I hid in Mexico with a fake name and a secret I would kill to protect.
Then he found me.
Dragged me back to New York. Put his ring on my finger. Promised I would pay for humiliating him.
He is brutal, possessive, impossible to control—and the only man who makes me burn.
I should hate him for claiming me.
But the darker he gets, the more alive I feel.
And when my father turns me into a weapon, I learn the truth:
The husband I tried to escape may be the only man ruthless enough to keep me.
He does not forgive runaway brides. He owns them.
