He doesn't believe in love.
He believes in control.
When my family's debts drag us into the world of the Bratva, there's only one way out-marry the man everyone fears.
Dmitri Volkov is ruthless. Untouchable.
And now he's my husband.
I was never meant to be his equal.
Just a solution. A placement. A quiet wife who follows the rules.
But I don't.
I question everything-his control, his silence, the way he watches me like I'm something already accounted for.
Because Dmitri doesn't react.
He anticipates.
And the more I push against him, the more I realize-
this was never about breaking me.
It was about understanding exactly where I bend.
In his world, love is irrelevant.
Control is absolute.
And the most dangerous part?
I'm starting to see the logic behind it.