I’m sold off as the Pakhan’s forced bride.

Daddy betrayed the Bratva and sacrificed me to settle the debt.

The Pakhan takes one look at me, picks me up, and carries me away.

I’m locked in his mansion and expected to give him an heir.

He rules San Francisco with an iron fist and a past drenched in blood.

He’s more than a decade my senior, and now I’m his little, innocent bride.

I’m forced to sign the wedding papers as he tells me I’m his.

I’m dragged to his home as he tells me I can’t escape.

Nightmares come to claim me, but he soothes me, and...

I’m sold off as the Pakhan’s forced bride.

Daddy betrayed the Bratva and sacrificed me to settle the debt.

The Pakhan takes one look at me, picks me up, and carries me away.

I’m locked in his mansion and expected to give him an heir.

He rules San Francisco with an iron fist and a past drenched in blood.

He’s more than a decade my senior, and now I’m his little, innocent bride.

I’m forced to sign the wedding papers as he tells me I’m his.

I’m dragged to his home as he tells me I can’t escape.

Nightmares come to claim me, but he soothes me, and I forget.

I forget that I must struggle against his claim on my body.

I forget that I must stop his possessive hands on my curves.

I’m soft and warm in his strong arms, and my body is getting bigger and bigger.

Can I give myself to the Pakhan?