Stolen Names (Blood Debt #4)

In Moscow’s clubs, I am Katya Volkov.

A lie I use to stay alive.

Because Nadia Petrova doesn’t survive. She disappears.

Then Ilya Morozov walks in.

And everything in me goes quiet.

Bratva enforcer. Oldest Morozov brother. A man who doesn’t miss and doesn’t hesitate.

He looks at me like I’ve already been claimed.

My father’s debt should have been the end of me.

Instead, it becomes how I meet him.

No threats. No struggle.

Just certainty.

He says I’m not a prisoner.

He says I’m an asset.

A weapon he can use.

And I want to run from it.

I try.

But every time he touches me, I forget I’m supposed to be afraid.

Because I realize too late,

He doesn’t feel like captivity.

He feels like the only place I can breathe.

Now the Morozov world is forcing a choice.

Power… or me.

But I’m beginning to understand something worse than both.

I was never meant to choose.

Only to belong.

For readers who love: Captor and captive romances that turn into enemies-to-lovers, and a heroine forced to live under a dead woman’s name just to survive. A staged death, a fake execution, and a woman used as bait in a deadly game she never agreed to play. Exile, new passports, and a life rebuilt from nothing but lies and fear. A brutal choice between an empire and the only man who sees her as more than a weapon, when she learns she can’t have both love and freedom.