It’s the morning of my wedding. I don’t look like the ruthless mafia boss who rules the underworld. No matter how fake this marriage might seem, by the end of the day, she’ll be my wife. Until… she…
"What do you mean, 'you sold me to the Russian mob'?" Unfortunately, Papa isn't joking. And as if belonging to the beast isn't messed up enough, I'm now also carrying his heir...
