The Morozov's Detroit Heiress (The Bratva Vow #7)

I'm a Detroit heiress with a twenty-million-dollar problem.

The Bratva boss in my father's office wants his money.

So I offered him a wife.

He offered three choices: cash, territory, or blood.

I wrote a contract instead.

Nineteen days later, I'm Mrs. Morozov.

Separate bedrooms.

No affection.

One padlocked door I'm forbidden to open.

"That's not a marriage. That's a merger wearing a ring."

"Works for me."

But wait.

He talks like every word costs him money.

Yet he gripped my hand at the altar like I was the one thing he couldn't afford to lose.

I married him to save my family.

Now I'd burn it all down to keep him.

Reader's Note: Arranged marriage, marriage of convenience, forced proximity, possessive Bratva boss, found family. HEA, no cheating, no cliffhanger.