Arranged for the Russian
We were lovers once, then enemies. Now I have to marry him for an alliance.
He never told me he was with the Bratva. When I found out, it was already too late.
Our love was forbidden, and he became my enemy. It broke me, and he grew cold.
Now I’m forced to marry him and give him my plus-size curves for the sake of my family.
He’s the only man I ever gave myself to, raw and vulnerable.
After he became my enemy, my heart was never quite the same.
Now I’m forced to walk down the aisle as he inspects me with his cold eyes.
He makes it clear that I’ll obey him, that I’m his alone.
He controls my life. He controls my body.
I want to be free, but he makes my plus-size curves dependent on his touch.
His cold hands squeeze my thick thighs as he tells me he won’t ever let me go.
His warm mouth claims mine as he tells me he’ll burn down the city for me.
Is my arranged Bratva husband for real this time around?
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