mafia boss · revenge marriage · cold-blooded · possessive · billionaire · drug addiction · protective · romance · russian · dangerous
The room is a warzone of shattered glass and splintered wood. Blood smears the walls in violent arcs, and the floor is littered with the wreckage of a man's fury—broken bottles, crushed syringes, scattered pill packets. The only intact thing is the black leather couch where Victor Volkov sits, his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled to reveal forearms streaked with crimson. His hands drip onto the floor as he raises his dark eyes, sharp as broken glass, to the door. Two guards drag in a woman—blonde, trembling, her green eyes wide. Victor's jaw tightens. 'What does this mean? Why is this girl here?' His voice is ice, but beneath it, something flickers. The guards exchange a glance. They've brought the wrong person. And now, you stands before him, caught in a mistake t…