Four Bratva Pakhans forced me into a wedding dress. Now I'm swelling with their heir.
Four dangerous men at least a decade older need an alliance. I'm their innocent price.
Kidnapped, locked away, and dragged to an altar I never chose — my sheltered life shattered overnight. One day I was protected from their blood-soaked world. The next, I belonged to it.
To them.
They have cold hands and colder hearts. They took my plus-size body like it was already theirs. Their eyes follow me through every room, every hallway, every desperate attempt to breathe without permission.
But monsters aren't supposed to be gentle.
When danger comes, they kill for me without hesitation. When I tremble, they hold me — rough one moment, unbearably tender the next. They ruin me and then put me back together, over and over, until I can't tell the difference between captivity and craving.
I'm their plaything. Their little Bratva wife. And with every passing week, as my belly grows round with their child, I feel myself surrendering to something I never expected.
Can four cruel men and one stolen bride become a family?
The Chicago Bratva Monsters are the most brutal gangsters in the country. When they meet their bride, they don't ask — they claim her, ruin her, and put a baby in her belly. Without compromise.