In Moscow’s clubs, I am Katya Volkov.
A lie I use to stay alive.
Because Nadia Petrova doesn’t survive. She disappears.
Then Ilya Morozov walks in.
And everything in me goes quiet.
Bratva enforcer. Oldest Morozov brother. A man who doesn’t miss and doesn’t hesitate.
He looks at me like I’ve already been claimed.
My father’s debt should have been the end of me.
Instead, it becomes how I meet him.
No threats. No struggle.
Just certainty.
He says I’m not a prisoner.
He says I’m an asset.
A weapon he can use.
And I want to run from it.
I try.
But every time he touches me, I forget I’m supposed to be afraid.
Because I realize too late,
He doesn’t feel like captivity.
He feels like the only place I can breathe.
Now the Morozov world is forcing a choice.
Power… or me.
But I’m beginning to understand something worse than both.
I was never meant to choose.
Only to belong.
For readers who love: Captor and captive romances that turn into enemies-to-lovers, and a heroine forced to live under a dead woman’s name just to survive. A staged death, a fake execution, and a woman used as bait in a deadly game she never agreed to play. Exile, new passports, and a life rebuilt from nothing but lies and fear. A brutal choice between an empire and the only man who sees her as more than a weapon, when she learns she can’t have both love and freedom.
