I’m being sold off to the Bratva as part of a business deal…
I’m a regular American girl, an artist trying to make a name for herself.
But then Daddy tells me I’m a part of his business arrangement…
I have to marry a cold, intense Bratva guy twice my age, whether I want to or not.
Our marriage binds our families, giving both parties skin in the game.
Nobody cares that my skin doesn’t want to be sold off to him.
He says my innocence sparks an obsessive need in him.
He wants me purely for himself, like an object he possesses.
They say that time heals...
I’m being sold off to the Bratva as part of a business deal…
I’m a regular American girl, an artist trying to make a name for herself.
But then Daddy tells me I’m a part of his business arrangement…
I have to marry a cold, intense Bratva guy twice my age, whether I want to or not.
Our marriage binds our families, giving both parties skin in the game.
Nobody cares that my skin doesn’t want to be sold off to him.
He says my innocence sparks an obsessive need in him.
He wants me purely for himself, like an object he possesses.
They say that time heals all wounds, even the most humiliating ones.
Time makes my body soften for him, willingly offering up its innocence.
Time makes my belly swell, making me even more desperate for him.
I need to get out, but he says I’m his and he won’t let me go.
Will my obsessed Bratva husband ever release me?
The Bratva of New York are the most ruthless, merciless and possessive mobsters of the city. They take what they want, break what they please, and heal what they deem worthy. But will they take the biggest risk of all: open their heart for the one they’ve claimed?
