I was just working the night shift—Until a Russian mafia boss decided I’d pay off my ex’s debt… with marriage. Sounds like a trashy soap opera? Then why was he in my crappy apartment, wearing a tailored suit and demanding me, “You can pay me with your body.” Viktor Petrov. Twice my age. Silver hair. Sinful smile. He didn’t want money—he wanted me. I ran. I screamed. I fought. He spanked me. Fingered me. Made me come begging. Then came the ring. The contract. The mansion I wasn’t allowed to leave. All I had to do was be his wife. His possession. His good girl. I should’ve hated him—Until I found out I was pregnant. And this twisted marriage? Yeah… it’s just getting started.