Marrying My Bratva Boss
I’ve been in love with Aleksandr Petrov since third grade—
the day he punched a boy for cutting my hair.
He’s my best friend’s older brother.
The Bratva enforcer with blood on his hands and my heart in his grip.
The boy who kissed me in his family’s kitchen when we were teenagers—my first kiss,
the kind that brands itself into your soul—then told me I deserved better and walked away.
Ten years later, I’m his personal assistant.
His sister’s best friend.
Still hopelessly in love with a man who won’t touch me.
Until the night I forget my keys, take a wrong turn—
and see Aleksandr pull the trigger.
Now the cops are closing in.
And I’m the only witness who can destroy him.
His solution?
“Let’s get married.”
Spousal privilege.
Eighteen months.
Then I walk away.
Except Aleksandr doesn’t plan on letting me go.
He wraps his scarf around my throat like a vow, shows up with keys to my apartment I never gave him,
And touches me like he’s been starving for a decade.
“You’ve always been mine, moya,” he whispers.
And that’s when I realize—
this marriage was never meant to be temporary.
Not for him.
Not for me.
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