Kidnapped at the altar. Forced to marry a Bratva boss. Bound to a monster. I was supposed to marry the perfect man—the one who made me feel safe. But Daniel Tarasov took his place at the altar, slipping a bloodstained ring onto my finger. He’s a Bratva enforcer, twice my age, and he says I belong to him now.
He claims it’s revenge, punishment for a crime my family committed. His touch is possessive, his orders absolute. I should fear the ruthless man who made me his bride while holding a gun to my father’s head. Instead, I shudder under his dominance, hating how my body betrays me.
I vow to escape, to find my way back to the life he stole. But Daniel watches me like a predator, always one step ahead. His cruelty runs deep, yet the way his hands linger on me feels almost… protective. And when the line between hate and desire blurs, nothing will ever be the same. Can I escape the husband who stole me, or will I surrender to the monster who owns me?
In Chicago the rule of the Tarasov Bratva is the law. These men are as disciplined with their chiseled appearance as they are with the code of honor, revenge, and bloodshed they lie by. They take what they want, and if that is you, be prepared to be claimed, protected, satisfied, and hunted for the rest of your life… will you go willingly?
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Forced Innocent Bride by the Bratva (Tarasov Bratva #9)
Kidnapped at the altar. Forced to marry a Bratva boss. Bound to a monster. I was supposed to marry the perfect man—the one who made me feel safe. But Daniel Tarasov took his place at the altar, slipping a bloodstained ring onto my finger. He’s a Bratva enforcer, twice my age, and he says I belong to him now.
He claims it’s revenge, punishment for a crime my family committed. His touch is possessive, his orders absolute. I should fear the ruthless man who made me his bride while holding a gun to my father’s head. Instead, I shudder under his dominance, hating how my body betrays me.
I vow to escape, to find my way back to the life he stole. But Daniel watches me like a predator, always one step ahead. His cruelty runs deep, yet the way his hands linger on me feels almost… protective. And when the line between hate and desire blurs, nothing will ever be the same. Can I escape the husband who stole me, or will I surrender to the monster who owns me?
In Chicago the rule of the Tarasov Bratva is the law. These men are as disciplined with their chiseled appearance as they are with the code of honor, revenge, and bloodshed they lie by. They take what they want, and if that is you, be prepared to be claimed, protected, satisfied, and hunted for the rest of your life… will you go willingly?