He’s much too old for me…but he’s obsessed with me and forces me into marriage… I’m the innocent one, the good girl who didn’t know about the Bratva. Until he marches into my life and decides I’m his. And the next thing I know, I’m locked in his mansion and forced to be his Bratva bride. I spent my youth bouncing around foster care homes. I’ve never been anyone’s choice. But when he sees me, his eyes get dark and a slow smile curls his lips. He takes my phone and puts in my job resignation for me. And when someone else comes too close, he’s wracked with jealousy and ...

I was sold off as a bride to a much older Bratva guy… He’s my Bratva boss’s brother, and he gives me possessive looks in the office. When my family needs to settle a debt, he cruelly takes his chance. He buys my curves like they’re property and forces me to become his Bratva bride. I’ve tried to be the perfectly professional assistant, but he wants to break me. He hauls me away in his private plane with just the clothes on my back. He puts me in a wedding dress and walks me down the aisle like a good little bride. I’ve been well and truly sold, and there are no refunds. His ...

A much older Bratva gangster broke my heart. Years later I’m forced to marry him. I had escaped the mafia life and lived a normal life like a normal girl. Until my dear mobster dad kidnaps me to marry me off to the Bratva. And now I’m supposed to give my innocence and a baby to the guy who once dumped me. They put me in a wedding dress and walked me down the aisle. My ruthless husband doesn’t seem to care whether I want to be his mafia bride. He wants to possess and protect me, but I’m not a damsel. He can lock me up in his mansion, but he can’t make me love him. I want my sweet ...

He’s been watching me for months. And when his chance comes…he forces me into marriage. I’ve been trying so hard to prove myself to my Irish mafia dad, but it all falls apart. When my mission collapses, a much older Bratva guy shows up to save me. But he’s no hero. He’s a cold, callous Russian who uses this opportunity to make me his Brava bride… He calls me his Irish Princess, but it’s not meant to be romantic. He’s been observing me, watching me from the shadows like a stalker. When he finally has me at his mercy, he handcuffs me and subjects me to a medical exam. And when...

I accidentally let loose for one night with a much older Bratva guy. As soon as I found out who he was, I ran. But I didn’t get far. The next thing I know, I’m on the auction block, being sold to the highest bidder. And guess who owns my voluptuous curves now. The Bratva guy. They put me on the auction block as payment for my family’s debts. I didn’t know the ruthless Bratva was in the audience. He says he bought me for my own good, to claim my vulnerability. He says he can’t let anyone else own my curves. I need to escape his penthouse, but I can’t seem to find the way out. ...

He kidnapped me from my yoga class and knocked me up. I didn’t know the Bratva existed until he randomly took me hostage. He’s much older than me, but the adrenaline rush forces me into his bed. And when he finds out I’m pregnant, he says we’re getting married pronto. I try to run, but he locks me into his yacht and binds me up. He says he knows this is what I want, that it’s for my own good. I tell him that I want to get out. And it almost sounds like I mean it. But my body burns for him so badly that it betrays me again and again. My hormones are going haywire for his possessive...

I accidentally spent the night with the head of the Bratva. And now I’m pregnant. After the worst week of my life, I let off some steam with a much older stranger. Little did I know that I’d be staring at two stripes on a pregnancy test. Little did I know that his next step is to force me to marry him. He says he needs an heir, and I’m carrying it. He says he’ll claim me as his mafia bride even though I don’t want to. The Bratva doesn’t accept no. The Bratva takes what it wants. And so the next thing I know, he’s got me blindfolded in the back of a van. His fingers on my ...

The Bratva torture specialist saw my plus-size curves and decided he owns them. I was working late at the lab one night when I took a wrong turn. There I walked into a torture chamber and accidentally saw things I shouldn’t. There I met a much older Bratva guy who would kidnap me and take my innocence. I just graduated and wanted to make a good impression at work. Little did I know that my exploration of the lab would lead me into his Bratva claws. When he catches me, he ties, gags, and blindfolds me. And when I disobey, I’m thrown into a cell as punishment. He tells me the dirty ...

He bought me off an auction stage, and now he thinks I belong to him… He’s the notorious, ruthless enemy and much older than me. I thought I had finally found a way to beat him, but he double-crossed me. And before I know it, he’s bought me like property and gets me pregnant… I was forced into the Bratva world, and now I have to prove myself. So I stand there on the auction stage, offering myself to the highest bidder. He wins the bid and pays extra to own me permanently. It’s humiliating…but this is my only opportunity to infiltrate his family. But inside the walls of his ...

He kidnaps me for revenge. Then he forces me into marriage. He’s twelve years older than me, and he’s the enemy. He wants to get back at my family by setting a trap for me. And before I know it, he drags me to the altar and makes me his new Bratva bride. I was happy to finally get some freedom from my overprotective brothers. But I didn’t know he’d use his chance to kidnap me and imprison me in the bedroom. He may think that he just got himself a new toy, but I won’t come easily. He may think that I’ll be his good little bride, but I swear I will get out of here. He’s using me...

I’m forced to marry a complete stranger and give him my virginity. I don’t know anything about him, except that he’s twice my age. I’m afraid of being alone with him, but he says I’m his Bratva bride now. It’s my duty to be with him and give him babies, even when I don’t want to. I’ve known all my life that I’d be traded like a commodity, but it still shakes me. He thinks I’m an ice queen, but he doesn’t know how hot he makes me. I hate how his roaming hands make me beg for more. I’m ashamed of how badly I want him to own my curves. But slowly, I see something else ...

The brutal Bratva won my virginity at a poker game. And now I’m pregnant. He’s much older than me and promised to someone else for mafia purposes. Little did I know that he’d claim me and our baby regardless. Little did I know that he’d start a mafia war just to possess me. He says he doesn’t do love, and he’s never been committed. I try to think of that every time he makes me lose my mind. But it’s hard when his tongue owns my mouth so completely. It’s hard when his fingers tease my curves into submission. I hate how he’s playing me, like a card game he controls. I hate ...

He kidnaps me, locks me up, and uses me. I’m just an innocent intern who has never heard of the Bratva. Until a much older Bratva guy kidnaps me to one of his hideouts and forces me into a deal. Either I give him what he wants, or he’ll make me regret that I didn’t. He monitors everything I do and blackmails me. When another man looks at me, he sees red and tells me I’m his alone. When I fight back, he uses his special Bratva techniques to soften me up. And just when I’m about to give in, I realize he’s been using me the whole time. He catches me in vulnerable moments and uses ...

I accidentally became my Bratva boss’s surrogate. And now he’s made me his prisoner. I didn’t know I was the maid of a mafia lord. I thought he was just a hot rich player. I didn’t know it’s his baby I’m carrying. Until people start shooting at me. Until he forces me to move in with him to protect his baby. I signed up for an anonymous surrogacy because I desperately need the money. And so without knowing it, I got knocked up by the Bratva. All goes well until he locks me into his mansion on a private island “for my protection”. We’re all alone at the ends of the world. ...

He marches into my bedroom looking like an animal and forces me into marriage. He’s the scariest of the brothers and more than a decade older than me. The trauma inside of me is still very raw, but he gives me an impossible choice. Either I marry him, or I’m unprotected and helpless. He found me in a fragile state after the horrendous ordeal that traumatized me. I have nightmares and wake up sweating and shaking. That’s when he scares the living daylights out of me by barging in and taking me. That’s when he declares that we’re getting married, and I have no choice. He’s forcing...