Pregnant Prisoner By the Bratva
I was stolen by the Bratva king, the enemy, and now I carry his baby in my womb.
He’s twice my age—and twice as cruel.
A one-night mistake with a Russian monster turned into something permanent.
He showed up with cold eyes and blood on his hands
I was never meant to see him again
Until he dragged me away in the dead of night.
Not because he wanted peace—because he wanted revenge.
He calls me his leverage—but kills anyone who looks at me twice.
He says it’s revenge. He says it’s strategy – that I belong to him now.
And every time he touches me, I believe him a little more.
He owns my body like a battlefield—rough, relentless, and without mercy.
He was supposed to be my captor—not the man who makes me beg, burn, and break.
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