The Russian Bratva's Sold Bride (Markov Bratva #3)

LAYLA
One five-million-dollar auction bid. One much older Bratva enforcer. One baby that sealed my fate.

I was supposed to be the perfect mayor's daughter—poised, obedient, trapped in a gilded cage. Then I accidentally witnessed Roman Markov standing over a dead body.

I didn't know he was the Enforcer. Miami's most dangerous man.

I didn't know he was my obsessed stalker.

When I was sold to cover my father's debts, Roman bought me. Not to save me—to claim me. Now I'm locked in his Gothic mansion, carrying his child, bound by a marriage I never agreed to.

He's a killer. A monster wrapped in expensive suits and dark promises.
But he's also the man who makes me midnight snacks. Who touches my body like I'm sacred. Who looks at my father's cruelty and says never again.

I should hate him for stealing my freedom.

Instead, I'm terrified of how badly I want to stay.

ROMAN
I stalked her relentlessly. Then I bought her as my bride.

The moment I saw Layla at that masked gala, I knew she'd destroy me. I got obsessed anyway.

When they put her on an auction block, I paid five million dollars without hesitation. When I discovered she was pregnant, I knew I would never let her go.

She calls me a monster. She's right.

But I'm her monster now, and anyone who tries to touch her will learn what that means.

She fights me with fire in those green eyes. Demands her freedom. Challenges everything I am.
Perfect.

I don't want her broken. I want her exactly as she is—fierce, pregnant with my child, and utterly, irrevocably mine.

The Enforcer always gets what he wants. And I want her forever.