His Perfect Lie

I was taken because I have the wrong face.

They say I look like a dead mafia queen.

I’m not powerful.

I’m not dangerous.

I’m just a woman who crossed the wrong street.

Now the Gravitch Bratva owns my silence.

And Lev Gravitch owns my survival.

He trains me to walk like authority.

To speak like I’ve never begged for my life.

To lie without flinching.

He is cold. Controlled. Untouchable.

The kind of man raised to follow orders—

even when they end in blood.

Forced proximity turns volatile.

Fear blurs into heat.

And I start wanting the man guarding my cage.

I’m supposed to be bait.

A perfect lie meant to start a war.

But the enemy isn’t fooled.

The guns are already aimed.

If the truth comes out, I die.

If Lev saves me, he betrays everything.

When the lie collapses, he’ll have to choose—

the Bratva… or my life.