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Everything in this world has a price tag. Even my innocence. That's what my father thought when he sold my V-card to the highest bidder. A million dollars and a chance to escape the country, far away from my toxic family. I thought I knew what to expect. Some old rich guy who thinks he can have anything he wants. Kirill Vyronov is not some old rich guy. Sure, he may be twice my age and so rich he could pave his driveway with solid gold bricks. Sure, he's the most gorgeous man I ever laid eyes on. But he's also the most bloodthirsty Bratva boss on the planet.

First, he was my owner. Then, he became the father of my two babies. What he will never be: my happily ever after. Kirill Vyronov takes what he wants. And, he took everything from me. So now, I'm running. But with the FBI and a gang of ruthless killers on my tail, it's not long before I'm captured. And when I'm found and cornered, about to lose my life and my babies, guess who swoops in and takes out my tormentors? Of course, it's Kirill. Except this time, things are different between us. He's not here to protect me; he's here to punish me.

A dangerous Bratva mobster walked in on me... As I was getting my Brazilian wax. And now, I'm pregnant. Okay, I know that's a lot for one day, but bear with me. It all started when I got kidnapped by "Mr. I Ooze Danger" I just told you about. There's a lot more to Timur Yakov than just oozing danger. Sure, he's a 6-foot-4 mass of broody arrogance. Sure, his gaze could pierce through ice, and his body deserves a standing ovulation. Excuse me… ovation! But Timur is haunted by demons. Demons that could easily crush me and tear my heart to shreds.

Timur Yakov became so much more than just my love and savior—because he left me with a gift. A gift that will grow inside me, for the next nine months. Too bad I won't make it that long. His enemies have found me, and they will take my life and the one growing inside me. As bad men loom and my belly is growing, I must make a choice. Die from pain and grief in a pit of despair or sacrifice myself to save my baby. Just when my final hour comes and I'm cornered with no way out, a chilly breeze strokes my face and whispers something in my ear: "I'm coming for you, dushenka."

My rock bottom is a warm beer in a smelly country bar, an empty wallet, and nowhere to sleep. A few days ago, I made a terrible mistake. I stole something valuable from very bad people. And now they're here, armed to the teeth, about to put me out of my misery. Except they don't. Because an unexpected stranger swoops in out of nowhere and saves me. Anton Ulianov. Six and a half feet of broodiness, arrogant as hell, he's the dictionary definition of "D.A.N.G.E.R." And he takes out my attackers like he's taking out the trash. One thing leads to another, and I end up in his bed.

You think it can't get worse? It can. Because as I sit here with my growing belly, tied to a chair, waiting for the bullet to end my life, I only have one chance to survive. Anton Ulianov. The man who became my boss and made me pregnant. The man who thinks I've abandoned him. The man who hates me. Of all the people in this messed up world, he's the only one I can trust.