I’m not his bride. I’m his property.
Our marriage is a contract.
Signed in blood. Paid for in power.
Dima Petrov.
Bratva royalty.
A king who takes without asking.
I’m meant to give him an heir and stay out of his way.
But his hands don’t just claim.
They punish. They possess. They make me crave the man I should fear most.
Then I’m taken by his enemies.
But Dima doesn’t bargain.
He hunts. He destroys. He would do anything to get me back.
And once I’m in his arms again…
There will be no freedom.
Only his ring on my finger.
And his baby in my womb.
