My blind date ghosts me.
So the ruthless Bratva billionaire at the next table slides a diamond onto my finger.
Konstantin needs a fake fiancée for ten minutes. But when a rival calls his bluff, he announces I’m his future wife
And suddenly, we have seventy-two hours to make it legal.
He’s seventeen years older, sinfully rich, and terrifyingly controlled. He runs an aviation empire in public and a criminal one in the shadows.
I clean teeth for a living, hunt through thrift stores, and have zero interest in becoming Bratva royalty.
But every enemy in that restaurant has seen my face.
Walking away won’t keep me safe.
His name might.
So I agree to marry him on one condition:
One real date first.
Mini golf turns into a filthy wager.
The prize?
Me in his bed, wearing nothing but his ring.
Three days later, I’m married beneath a palace of winter glass to a possessive Bratva king who calls our marriage temporary, then kisses me like he plans to keep me forever.
I should be planning my escape.
Instead, I’m falling.
Then two pink lines make our fake marriage dangerously real.
And the man who stood me up starts sending messages.
He thinks I owe him the night he missed. He knows where my grandmother lives.
And he’s getting closer.
Konstantin married me to keep me alive.
He wasn’t supposed to fall first.
But now I’m carrying his child, a stalker wants his wife, and my perfectly controlled husband is done pretending to be civilized.
For me, he’ll burn the whole city down.
