Broken Embers
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 night in his bed. 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. Who wouldn’t turn their nose up at that?
The next?
A sharp nip to my overly sensitive nipple made me scream— not in bliss like usual, but in agonizing pain.
Then, I face-planted the floor.
I woke up in the ER—
Just in time for a big-mouthed doctor to announce to Oleksi:
“First pregnancies are always the worst!”
Now, Oleksi knows—everything.
And my escape plan is blown to hell. But just when I think it can’t get worse—
Russian Special Forces storm his mansion.
Not for him.
They came for me.
Now, I’m locked in a Russian black ops site, realizing I never really knew my parents at all. And me and my baby? We’re about to become exactly what I was always meant to be—a lab rat.
I just hope the pissed-off, possessive Bratva king meant what he said.
That he’d burn the whole world down to find me.
Because if he doesn’t—
Neither me nor the baby growing in my belly will ever see the light of day again.
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