My fiancé dumped me a week before our wedding because I was "too fat."So I got drunk and slept with a dangerous stranger in a first-class bathroom.
A week later, I crashed my ex’s wedding.When my ex publicly humiliated me, the man from the plane stepped in.He pulled me close and claimed me as his fiancée.
Then I learned who he really is.Nikolai Volkov. A ruthless Bratva boss.And my ex’s older brother.
We signed a fake engagement contract.My plan? Get my revenge, and secretly use the mafia boss as the villain for my romance novel.
But I didn’t know he was watching me type every single word through hidden cameras.Until he pushes open my bedroom door, unbuttons his suit, and says:"Need material? I’m right fucking here."
I told myself this was just a transaction.But every time he pinned me to the mattress, marking my skin with his teeth and whispering "Malyshka" in that dark, gravelly voice—I knew I was already too far gone.Until we were ambushed.And that untouchable bastard put a bullet in his own arm—just to keep me alive.
But he still doesn’t know my final secret.I’m carrying his baby.And when he finds out? God help us both.
