“My brother lost you. Be my Queen at his wedding… and let him watch while I ruin you for anyone else.”
My ex dumped me for a stick-thin socialite. So I made a promise: The next man who touched me would earn the privilege.
Then HE happened.
A stranger with cold eyes. Filthy mouth. And lethal hands.
He dragged me into the bathroom of my Prague flight. Fisted my hair. Bit my throat. Burned filthy Russian promises straight into my soul.
Then I learned his name.
Matvei Volkov. Bratva kingpin. Chicago’s deadliest shadow. And my ex-fiancé’s estranged half-brother.
His offer? Stand on his arm at my ex’s wedding. Wear his diamonds. Help him get revenge. Walk away with enough money to build the life I’ve always wanted.
It should have been easy.
Until blood spills. Enemies close in. And two pink lines change everything. Twins.
And Matvei’s done pretending. Now he says I’m his. And God help anyone who tries to take me from him.
