He crashed my wedding and kidnapped me.
Now he’s putting a ring on my finger…
And his baby in my belly.
Roman Volkov crashed my wedding,
Threw me over his shoulder,
And dragged me out the chapel.
Now I’m a prisoner in his gilded cage…
And a puppet under his masterful hands.
I should run away from Roman.
But when he whispers filthy promises in my ears,
He makes one thing very clear:
I’m his… forever.
