I accidentally scratched his Bratva car. To compensate, I have to marry him.
I just got fired, dumped, and evicted. I can’t afford his car repairs.
To make it up to him, he wants me to marry him. I obviously refuse.
So he makes sure that I don’t have a choice but walk down the aisle and give him a baby…
He didn’t tell me he kills and tortures for a living.
I didn’t even know the Bratva existed.
He’s fifteen years older than me, and his hands are drenched in cold blood.
It stains my expensive wedding dress, worth more than my yearly salary.
He pulls me close and gets jealous when other men approach me.
He kills anyone who wants to take me, saying that I’m his.
He’s taken my life from me and given me his protection.
I’m trapped in his game as he plays my pregnant body like a toy.
