Bratva Ruin in 100 Days

Dumped by text, she drank her way through three bottles of wine and broke into her best friend's apartment in nothing but a hoodie and a green sheet mask.

The man inside was not her friend but Anton Malikov, a green-eyed Bratva killer who had taken the sublet and wanted nothing to do with her breakdown—least of all after she groped him while drunk.

The real trouble started days later, when she uncovered a laundering scheme at work and landed on a Bratva kill list.

She now lives in his penthouse under his rules, his protection, and his control, sharing one bed and failing, night after night, to pretend she does not want him in it.

One hundred days on, she is his bride and carrying his baby.

She let a lethal, quiet Bratva man ruin her the only way he knows how—obsessively and completely.