Scarred Vows
Nobody told me it was my wedding.
Or that I’d been sold to the Bratva
to pay my father’s debts.
So I ran.
Straight into the arms of the man who bought me.
Vladimir Kovalev.
Older. Scarred. Ruthless.
The kind of man you don’t say no to.
He married me that night.
The way he looks at me should terrify me.
Instead, every night he doesn’t touch me,
I want him a little more.
And when I finally say yes,
he makes sure I never forget whose wife I am.
Then I see two pink li... [Read More...]
