Contracted to the Grumpy Pakhan

My ex sold me to an underground BDSM strip club to pay his debt. The buyer was a bratva pakhan.

One dance, they said. One night, and I walk away free.

Instead, I’m shoved into a private room—and the man waiting isn’t paying for a dance.

Roman Volkov.

A name that empties rooms. He doesn’t ask my name. He just looks at me with cold, dead eyes and orders me to strip. To kneel. To submit.

I survived that night and swore never to look back.

Then came the two pink lines.

Months later, with loan sharks closing in, Roman kicks down my door. His ultimatum is brutal: wear his ring, become his wife, and survive.

The darkest irony? He thinks the baby I’m carrying belongs to the ex who sold me. He has no idea he’s already claiming his own heir.

Now he pins me against the bathroom mirror, forcing me to scream his name.

It’s only when I try to escape that I find the hidden room. The wall of monitors. The cameras pointed directly at my bed.

Then I learn the chilling truth: Roman personally executed his first wife for lying to him.

And when he finally discovers my secret... I have no idea what my monster of a husband will do to me.