Owned By the Russian Bratva Boss
Vlad:
My father’s dying command was simple:
Get married and produce an heir or be stripped of the Bratva crown.
The way I saw it,
I didn’t have a goddamn choice.
So, neither did she . . .
Isabella:
The devil made us an offer.
One we couldn’t refuse:
Me in exchange for clearing my parents’ debt.
The terms?
Marry him and have his baby!
But if Vlad thought I’d be some obedient little wifey,
He had another thing coming . . .
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