He doesn’t believe in love.
Only control.
And now… I belong to him.
When my family trades me to the Morozov Brotherhood, I expect a monster.
What I get is worse.
Cold. Controlled. Untouchable.
He doesn’t raise his voice.
He doesn’t need to.
Everything about him says the same thing...
I own you now.
This marriage isn’t a choice. It’s a contract.
One signed in blood, sealed with power, and enforced by a man who never loses control.
Until me.
Because the more I push… the more dangerous he becomes.
And the more I start to realize
The coldest men don’t break.
They consume.
And if I’m not careful…
I won’t survive being his bride.
