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…
I never expected to see him again after that snowy night in Michigan. The dangerous lawyer who tied me up. Then touched me in ways that made me forget he was my future father-in-law's son. Now I'm carr…
"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...
The moment I tasted her, I knew one thing—she was mine. I stole her from her wedding and put a ring on her hand. But there’s an ache I can’t ignore—I might never have her heart.
