Nikolaev Bratva

I'm locked in a cage in my wedding dress. How did I end up here? Three days ago, I was a normal girl living a normal life. My adoptive parents came over to my apartment for dinner, just like they do every week. But this time, they brought bombshells. They tell me I'm not who they said I was. And all those dance lessons, those etiquette classes? They weren't just for show. They were to groom me. To mold me into what I'm about to become—the forced wife of a don. Then, with my jaw on the floor, they opened the door and let the nightmares in.

My boss wants me to have his baby. Under normal circumstances, that'd be an easy "Uhh… no." But Gavriil Nikolaev is not the kind of man who likes to be denied. Besides, even if I did find him attractive—which I most certainly do not… And even if I wasn't his employee—which I definitely am… There's no getting around the fact that he's an incredibly dangerous man. I've been down this road before, and it almost ruined my life. I refuse to do it again. But he doesn't seem to care what I will or won't do. He's got his eyes set on me. And he won't take no for an answer.

The Bratva came in the night and set the place on fire. I thought it was my chance to finally escape this awful mob-owned club. Goodness gracious, was I wrong. Because the man pounding at the door is not a knight in shining armor, here to liberate this damsel in distress from her nightmare. More like the polar freaking opposite. Bastien Nikolaev, the new don of Miami's Nikolaev Bratva, is moody, broody, with a bad attitude-y. And now, he's decided that I belong to him.