Owned By the Bratva Christmas Devil

I lost my virginity to a Bratva pakhan while bullets shattered the Christmas night—
only to serve champagne to his engagement party hours later.
Five years later, I have a secret daughter… and he’s hunting us both.

Igor Vorontsov
ripped body, cruel mouth, carved-from-marble cheekbones.
The perfect, intoxicating boyfriend…
except for the Bratva tattoo over his chest he never explained,
and the night he skipped our anniversary to get engaged to someone else.

So I ran.
I built a life from nothing: a daughter with his eyes, a jewelry brand with my name.
Safety felt real—until an unnamed bouquet appeared at my doors.
Until my favorite lingerie vanished.
Until my daughter drew a giant man hiding behind the school trees.
That’s when I knew.
He found us.

Worse?
Igor doesn’t knock—
he claims.
Especially when I’m asleep