I caught my fiancé cheating at our engagement party. So I ran. Straight into the elevator… and into the arms of the most dangerous man in New York. Andrei Markov doesn’t believe in love.
He believes in power. Control. Fear. He thought I was a distraction. Until someone tried to kill us. Now I’m locked in a safehouse under his protection. No leaving. No arguing.
One reckless night was supposed to mean nothing. Until I find out I’m pregnant. He puts a ring on my finger. Calls me his wife. Because Andrei Markov doesn’t negotiate. He claims.
