Stealing The Bratva Bride
Today doesn’t feel like a celebration. I’m getting married, but not to a man I love. When I walk down the aisle, I’m being led down it in chains.
All I am is a pawn in someone else’s game. My job is to shut up and look pretty, and marry the man my father wants. But that’s not who I am. Can I really go through with this sham?
I’ll be saddled with a boy I don’t love who will turn into a man who tries to control me for the rest of my life.
It’s too much.
Now I stand in front of the most handsome older man I’ve ever seen in my life. He grins at me and says, “There’s an obvious solution to your problem. Run away with me.”
Before I can make a decision the choice is made for me. I’m basically his captive now, with no other options.
He chose to rescue me, in his own convoluted way. It scares me because I’m not sure if this is as bad as it seems. I’ve never been so desperate for someone. Can I really fall for my captor?
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