Surprise Bratva Octuplets

I was drowning.

Two jobs, mounting debt, and a past I couldn’t outrun.

Then I heard about the surrogacy clinic.

Seven figures if you were chosen.

No strings. No attachments. Just nine months and I could walk away.

It all sounded perfect.

Until I met him.

Valentin Morozov.

Abs like iron. Eyes like venom.

He wasn’t just the father, he was the man behind half of Miami’s organized crime.

And out of all the candidates to carry his heir…

He chose me.

He said it was just business,

But things got complicated.

Because I’m not just carrying one child.

I’m carrying EIGHT.

Now I’m under lock and key, living in his world of private guards, bulletproof cars, and nights in Valentin’s bedroom.

I took this deal to survive.

Falling in love and having octuplets wasn’t part of the plan.

And walking away is no longer an option.