I caught my fiancé cheating at our engagement party.
So I ran.
Straight into the elevator…
and into the arms of the most dangerous man in New York.
Andrei Markov doesn’t believe in love.
He believes in power.
Control.
Fear.
He thought I was a distraction.
Until someone tried to kill us.
Now I’m locked in a safehouse under his protection.
No leaving. No arguing.
One reckless night was supposed to mean nothing.
Until I find out I’m pregnant.
He puts a ring on my finger.
Calls me his wife.
Because Andrei Markov doesn’t negotiate.
He claims.
