Stolen by the Bratva Devil

Noelle
I was sold to the Bratva Pakhan who ruined my family.
Kholod Morozov—my father’s enemy, my forced husband,
the man who stole my first kiss at gunpoint three years ago.

He caged me, dressed me in lingerie he chose, branded his name over my chest.
And just when I mistook his rough aftercare for something real,
He called me a liar and threw me aside for another woman
So I ran.

Now I've built a quiet life under a new name. A small shop. A little boy with his eyes.
Until my “deadliest mistake” kicks open my door, growls my real name, and refuses to leave.
He fills my doorstep with luxuries, vows to protect me, begs for forgiveness—
Fine.
Let’s see if the Bratva King can start by changing his son’s diaper.

Kholod

They call me a Russian devil. A sadist. A monster.
They’re right.

Three years ago, a trembling girl kissed me and saved me from death.
I swore I'd find her. Own her.
Then I marked Noelle as mine...and I broke her.

This time, I’ll earn my place on her leash—
and repay every night she spent without me.
But make no mistake, little angel—
You can set the rules, crack the whip, make me kneel at your feet…
In the dark, tied to my bed,
You'll definitely beg for more.