A CAPTIVE
The Lobanov Bratva owns New York’s shadows. Wall Street bends. Politicians kneel. Ports bleed for them. Loyalty is currency. Betrayal is death.
Damian Lobanov is their darkest blade: the black-sheep enforcer, older, colder, the man who makes problems vanish before dawn.
I am Elena. Brilliant lawyer. Plus-size virgin. Bratva blood running through my veins. I filed the lawsuit that tore open their empire’s rotten heart—not to burn it down, but to drag the old guard screaming into daylight so they couldn’t slit my throat in silence. My uncle sent the bullet. His soldiers came in broad daylight.
Damian took me instead.
He dragged me into his fortress of locked doors, watchful eyes, and barely contained violence. I hate him—hate the monster he is, the blood on his hands, the way he looks at me like I’m already his. He doesn’t trust the truths I carry. I don’t trust the heat in his stare.
Yet every clash is fire: sharp words that cut, brutal proximity that burns, raw hunger that coils low and vicious even as I curse his name. Enemy. Hostage. Captive in his grip with no way out.
When I reveal the coup that will rip the Lobanov dynasty apart, he finally sees: I'''m not the threat. I’m the weapon they need to survive.
To keep me breathing, he does the unthinkable. He marries me. A forced vow. His name branded on my skin. His bed my prison. His hands claiming what I swore no man would ever take—because refusal means death, and survival means surrender.
What begins as strategy becomes obsession. My hatred fractures under his touch. Distrust melts into dark, desperate possession. Every stolen moment is war and want''anger-fueled, punishing, addictive.
Betrayal carves through Manhattan. Traitors bleed out. We fight shoulder to shoulder.
The old Bratva dies screaming.
A new one rises—with me standing beside him. Not behind. Equal.
Genre: Mystery
The Lobanov Bratva owns New York’s shadows. Wall Street bends. Politicians kneel. Ports bleed for them. Loyalty is currency. Betrayal is death.
Damian Lobanov is their darkest blade: the black-sheep enforcer, older, colder, the man who makes problems vanish before dawn.
I am Elena. Brilliant lawyer. Plus-size virgin. Bratva blood running through my veins. I filed the lawsuit that tore open their empire’s rotten heart—not to burn it down, but to drag the old guard screaming into daylight so they couldn’t slit my throat in silence. My uncle sent the bullet. His soldiers came in broad daylight.
Damian took me instead.
He dragged me into his fortress of locked doors, watchful eyes, and barely contained violence. I hate him—hate the monster he is, the blood on his hands, the way he looks at me like I’m already his. He doesn’t trust the truths I carry. I don’t trust the heat in his stare.
Yet every clash is fire: sharp words that cut, brutal proximity that burns, raw hunger that coils low and vicious even as I curse his name. Enemy. Hostage. Captive in his grip with no way out.
When I reveal the coup that will rip the Lobanov dynasty apart, he finally sees: I'''m not the threat. I’m the weapon they need to survive.
To keep me breathing, he does the unthinkable. He marries me. A forced vow. His name branded on my skin. His bed my prison. His hands claiming what I swore no man would ever take—because refusal means death, and survival means surrender.
What begins as strategy becomes obsession. My hatred fractures under his touch. Distrust melts into dark, desperate possession. Every stolen moment is war and want''anger-fueled, punishing, addictive.
Betrayal carves through Manhattan. Traitors bleed out. We fight shoulder to shoulder.
The old Bratva dies screaming.
A new one rises—with me standing beside him. Not behind. Equal.
Genre: Mystery