You slapped him at sixteen. In front of everyone.

He never forgot it.

Now you're married to him — not by choice.

Two Bratva families. One empire to build.

One contract neither of you signed willingly.

Alexei Morozov is cold, calculated, and dangerous.

He keeps his distance. He sets rules.

He watches you more than he should

and will never admit why.

Outside these walls, the Sorokin Bratva is hunting for a fracture point.

Inside — someone is already feeding them information.

And somewhere between the silence and the hostility,

something neither of you planned is beginning.