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Here's something they don't teach you in med school: if you save a dying man in a freezing alley, make sure he's not a Bratva king first. I'm a trauma surgeon. Steady hands. Cool head. Zero emotional attachment. That's my whole thing. So when I end up in the wrong alley and find a stranger...

I thought I was delivering lattes. Turns out, I was delivering myself straight into a Bratva war. Luka Barinov is Bratva royalty—ruthless, cold, and as untouchable as the empire he commands. So when his dog knocks me flat in the middle of Aspen Ridge and he demands my phone like I'm a spy, I...

Lying to the Bratva king was stupid. Letting him touch me was fatal. I snuck into Miami's most elite mafia gala pretending to be a Russian heiress. My mission? Expose the Bratva king who's buying up the city in blood and blackmail. But Renat Rostov doesn't just see the truth—he owns it. He...

He's danger in a tailored suit and I'm the line he was never meant to cross. Dimitri Popov lives in the shadows—an enforcer, a killer, the silent protector of the Avilov Bratva empire. He doesn't flinch. Doesn't smile. And he definitely doesn't fall in love. Until me. It started with one stolen kiss that set my entire life on fire. Now, I'm wrapped in his world of blood-soaked loyalty, running from the enemies gunning for us both—and carrying his child. Dimitri says I'm his. That he'll protect me no matter what. That he'd kill for me. Die for me.

He didn't ask for my name. He told me I was his. One night. That's all it took. A stolen kiss that turned into a deal with the devil himself. Daniil Zorin—cold-eyed heir to the Chicago Bratva. Ruthless. Merciless. The kind of man who takes what he wants… and what he wanted was me. He offered me a bargain soaked in danger. Be his wife for a weekend. Wear his ring. Play the part. In return, he'd bankroll the dream I was too desperate to give up. I told myself it was fake. That I could survive him and walk away untouched. But nothing about Daniil is fake. Not the way his touch brands me.

I snuck into Miami's most elite mafia gala pretending to be a Russian heiress. My mission? Expose the Bratva king who's buying up the city in blood and blackmail. But Renat Rostov doesn't just see the truth—he owns it. He sees through my fake name. My fake diamonds. My fake confidence. And instead of turning me in… he turns me on. Now I'm in too deep—in his mansion, his bed, and his crosshairs. There are rules here: Never lie to the Pakhan. Never touch what doesn't belong to you. Never betray the Bratva. I've already broken all three.

One night. That's all it took. A stolen kiss that turned into a deal with the devil himself. Daniil Zorin—cold-eyed heir to the Chicago Bratva. Ruthless. Merciless. The kind of man who takes what he wants… and what he wanted was me. He offered me a bargain soaked in danger. Be his wife for a weekend. Wear his ring. Play the part. In return, he'd bankroll the dream I was too desperate to give up. I told myself it was fake. That I could survive him and walk away untouched. But nothing about Daniil is fake.

I was free for exactly five days. I found my chance and I ran. Crossed oceans. Changed names. Then Ruslan Dragunov found me. I thought he'd kill me. Instead, he forced a ring onto my finger and a contract onto my soul. He's as unpredictable as hell. His wife. His prisoner. His weapon. And now, we're going back to Vegas. To retrieve Elana. The child I left with my sister—the child he knows is Gavriil Mirochin's.

One night with a Bratva king sealed my fate. Now I'm carrying his baby...and I'm the target of a bloody war. I had my life mapped out—Graduate school. Teach physics. Live quietly. No mafia. No danger. No drama. But everything changed the moment I found a birth certificate I was never meant to see. When I agreed to be a surrogate, I thought I was helping friends. Instead, I stepped into a trap. Now I'm caught between two warring Bratva empires—and chained to the most dangerous man in Vegas.

It all started with a fake baby bump. Then, I really got knocked up. Now, I've been stolen by Russian Special Forces. This wasn't supposed to happen. I had my escape planned. One last time letting him tie me up, strip me down, and own me completely. Then? I was betrayed—by my own damn hormonal body. One second, I was drunk on pleasure. The next? A sharp nip to my overly sensitive nipple made me scream—not in bliss like usual, but in agonizing pain.

It started as a stupid, desperate plan. Fake the baby bump. Claim my sister's secret love child as mine. Lie to everyone, including the most dangerous man in Vegas. Then my sister disappeared. Her forbidden lover and his wife got blown to bits in a car bomb. And I bankrupted myself trying to find her. That's when he found me.

I expected to wake up tangled in my husband's arms. His wicked hands dragging me back into bliss. Instead, I'm barefoot on a freezing cot and I'm dressed like a trauma surgeon who lost her shoes. This sucks and I'm scared. The cotton sheets and silk robes are gone, replaced by chains, shadows, and a cast-iron door. At first, I thought it was Radomir. That two-timing bastard must have found out I was going to leave him. But the truth is far worse. I've been kidnapped. Not by just anyone—but by the monster from my nightmares. He wants what's locked inside my mind. 

My dream? Escape this hellhole and become a songwriter in L.A. My reality? My scumbag father emptied my bank account and bet me in a poker game. Not just to anyone—but to Radomir Molchanov. The King of Vegas. The sinfully drop-dead gorgeous owner of the Diamond Hotel and Casino. Oh, and the cold-blooded head of the Molchanov Bratva. Radomir has claimed me—body and soul. His touch sets me on fire, his icy gaze sends shivers down my spine, and his cruel smirk reminds me that he owns me.

Serving cocktails with morning sickness is bad enough. Stumbling into a mob hit? Nightmare. Running is my only choice. Although I never expected to run into him. Alek. The hook-up I can't forget. The guy I saw murdered was his brother. And he'll do anything to find the killer—even if that means keeping me under lock and key until I ID the shooter. Now, he's the only one standing between me and a bullet.

What's worse than having a drink dumped all over me on my birthday? Sucker punching the guy that did it… And then finding out he's a dangerous Bratva boss. I went to the Velvet Lounge to celebrate my 21st birthday and escape my father's iron grip. He secretly betrothed me to his client's son… Now, I'm expected to marry him on my birthday! Instead, I bumped into Andrey Belov. Actually, he crashed into me, spilling his sticky, sweet drink all over me. He oozes confidence, power, and… danger. Not to mention, he's drop-dead gorgeous. And he awakens a desire in me that I can't control.

Serving cocktails with morning sickness is bad enough. Stumbling into a mob hit? Nightmare. Running is my only choice. Although I never expected to run into him. Alek. The hook-up I can't forget. The guy I saw murdered was his brother. And he'll do anything to find the killer—even if that means keeping me under lock and key until I I.D. the shooter. Now, he's the only one standing between me and a bullet.

What's worse than having a drink dumped all over me on my birthday? Sucker punching the guy that did it… And then finding out he's a dangerous Bratva boss. I went to the Velvet Lounge to celebrate my 21st birthday, and escape my father's iron grip. He secretly betrothed me to his client's son… Now, I'm expected to marry him on my birthday! Instead, I bumped into Andrey Belov. Actually, he crashed into me, spilling his sticky, sweet drink all over me.