I swore I’d never let Niko touch me. Now I’m fake-engaged to the Bratva bosshole—and pregnant with his child. My design business is imploding, and New York Fashion Week is my last shot at saving it. I need an investor—desperately. Then I walk into the boardroom… and see him. Nikolai Tarasov—my childhood tormentor turned mafia king of Manhattan. This devil in a tailored suit now holds the purse strings to my future. We make a he funds my comeback, and I play the role of his perfect fiancée. Strictly business. Until he kisses me like he owns me. Until I see how violently he protects what’s his—including me. Until I start to believe he meant every touch. Then I find out nothing had changed. I was never more than a pawn in his bid for legitimacy. And right as I try to walk away—I find myself staring at two pink lines. I should hate him. But it’s hard to leave when you’re carrying the next Bratva prince…