The Bratva enemy forces me into marriage and knocks me up.
He’s fifteen years older than me and wants revenge on my family.
First, he kidnaps me, not caring about the way I fight and struggle.
Then, he marries me, not caring that it’s against my will.
I’m the youngest in the family, protected and shielded from the Bratva life.
But nobody is there to protect me when he forces me into his mansion.
He locks me in and makes me his personal toy.
He cuffs our hands together so that I can’t escape him.
I know about the bad things he’s done, the things he’s capable of.
He senses my vulnerability and cruelly takes advantage of it.
He makes me his prisoner and drives my body insane until I can’t fight it.
I’m his prisoner. I’m his to do with as he likes.
How much longer until he claims me and my pregnant belly?
