100 Days to Ruin Me
My ex dumped me by text.
So naturally, I got drunk, ugly-cried through three bottles of wine, and broke into my best friend’s apartment wearing nothing but a hoodie and a green sheet mask.
What I didn’t know…
He’d sublet it to a green-eyed Bratva killer—hotter than hell, meaner than sin, and absolutely not here for my meltdown.
Now, 100 days later, I’m not just his problem.
I’m his bride. And his baby mama.
Anton Malikov is not the kind of man you survive groping in a drunken haze.
Which is a problem… because I second-base’d him like he was a door handle and I was blindfolded.
He's Bratva. Lethal. Quiet.
The last face people see when they've made the wrong choice.
And now... I'm one of those people.
Turns out breaking into the wrong apartment was just my warm-up act.
The real disaster started a few days later—when I accidentally uncovered a laundering scheme at work and got myself added to a Bratva kill list.
Now I'm living in his penthouse—
under his rules, his protection, and very much his control.
And somewhere between dodging danger, spilling secrets, and trying really hard not to climb him like a tree... I let him in.
One bed.
Too many nights pretending I didn't want him in it.
And then I let him ruin me the only way he knows how— obsessively. Completely. On every surface he could find.
Epilogue
Mary
Ahundred days ago, I was ugly-crying over the douchebag who dumped me with a text. Spoiler: best mistake of my life.
Today,I married Anton Malikov.
And I’m already almost through my first trimester — eleven weeks of swollen boobs, nausea, and zero chance of pretending this isn’t real.
I sign my name on the dotted line, the pen shaking slightly between my fingers.
Now, before you start picturing some mafia-forced-contract type of deal, let me clear that up. This isn’t that.
This is just your standard “got drunk after a breakup, broke into best friend's apartment, drunk-groped a dangerously hot Bratva enforcer, and now I’m carrying his baby and somehow stupidly in love with him” kind of situation.
Mary Malikov.
My signature looks tiny next to his.Anton Malikov.
