Falling for a Bratva billionaire is the worst idea I’ve ever had. Moving into his mansion to take care of his daughter was a close second.
Look. I had a plan. A few weeks at Alexei Agapov’s place. Just long enough to help Ivy feel safe again. Long enough (I swore) to come to my senses.
Yeah. About that.
Ivy still wakes up some nights, looking for me. The cold, careful man who used to hold me at arm’s length is gone. Behind these gates, with the doors locked and the guards posted, everything changes.
The line between us is now paper-thin. He’s stopped pretending he doesn’t want to cross it.
The worst part? So have I.
The baby in my belly makes me a target, and Alexei knows it. An Agapov heir? That’s the kind of prize his enemies would burn everything to take.
So I tell myself we can keep it a secret. That we still have time.
We don’t.
Because the enemy who came for Ivy once is still out there. And they’re far closer than any of us realize.
This time it’s not just a struggling animal that needs my help. It’s a family of my own.
And that’s what people underestimate about women like us. We don’t scare, and we don’t quit.
