Debt to the Mafia King

I was just working the night shift—

Until a Russian mafia boss decided I’d pay off my ex’s debt… with marriage.

Sounds like a trashy soap opera?

Then why was he in my crappy apartment, wearing a tailored suit and demanding me,

“You can pay me with your body.”

Viktor Petrov.

Twice my age. Silver hair. Sinful smile.

He didn’t want money—he wanted me.

I ran. I screamed. I fought.

He spanked me. Fingered me.

Made me come begging.

Then came the ring. The contract. The mansion I wasn’t allowed to leave.

All I had to do was be his wife.

His possession. His good girl.

I should’ve hated him—

Until I found out I...

I was just working the night shift—

Until a Russian mafia boss decided I’d pay off my ex’s debt… with marriage.

Sounds like a trashy soap opera?

Then why was he in my crappy apartment, wearing a tailored suit and demanding me,

“You can pay me with your body.”

Viktor Petrov.

Twice my age. Silver hair. Sinful smile.

He didn’t want money—he wanted me.

I ran. I screamed. I fought.

He spanked me. Fingered me.

Made me come begging.

Then came the ring. The contract. The mansion I wasn’t allowed to leave.

All I had to do was be his wife.

His possession. His good girl.

I should’ve hated him—

Until I found out I was pregnant.

And this twisted marriage?

Yeah… it’s just getting started.