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The Pakhan bought my future.
Then I stole his only heir.
Bastian Dravenko paid me a million dollars to give him a son.
No promises.
No forever.
No love.
Only a baby.
The forty-year-old Bratva king is cold.
Ruthless.
Untouchable.
He gives me a contract, a bed... and one warning.
Never expect love.
I should have listened.
Because the moment I fall for the man who bought my body, I become the one thing Bastian can't control.
Then our son is born... and he makes it painfully clear exactly what I was to him.
A contract.
I refuse to let my little boy grow up in a world of blood, bullets, and bodyguards.
So I do the impossible.
I steal the Pakhan’s heir and disappear.
For five years, I hide my little boy from the most powerful man in Russia.
Until his enemies find us first.
They want my son.
Before they can touch him, Bastian arrives.
The snow turns red.
The bodies hit the ground.
Touch what’s his... and nobody walks away.
Now I'm back in Moscow.
Back in his mansion.
Back under his protection.
Back in the bed of the man I never stopped loving.
He says he'll never let me leave again.
But someone inside the Bratva wants Bastian dead...
And my son is standing between a traitor and the throne.
Then I stole his only heir.
Bastian Dravenko paid me a million dollars to give him a son.
No promises.
No forever.
No love.
Only a baby.
The forty-year-old Bratva king is cold.
Ruthless.
Untouchable.
He gives me a contract, a bed... and one warning.
Never expect love.
I should have listened.
Because the moment I fall for the man who bought my body, I become the one thing Bastian can't control.
Then our son is born... and he makes it painfully clear exactly what I was to him.
A contract.
I refuse to let my little boy grow up in a world of blood, bullets, and bodyguards.
So I do the impossible.
I steal the Pakhan’s heir and disappear.
For five years, I hide my little boy from the most powerful man in Russia.
Until his enemies find us first.
They want my son.
Before they can touch him, Bastian arrives.
The snow turns red.
The bodies hit the ground.
Touch what’s his... and nobody walks away.
Now I'm back in Moscow.
Back in his mansion.
Back under his protection.
Back in the bed of the man I never stopped loving.
He says he'll never let me leave again.
But someone inside the Bratva wants Bastian dead...
And my son is standing between a traitor and the throne.