The Bratva’s Arranged Bride

Age Gap Pregnancy Mafia Romance

I’m arranged to marry my much older Bratva ex. And nobody told me.
He’s the Bratva King, my family’s rival. Our love was forbidden, so he broke my heart.
Now he proposes that his brother marry me for an alliance between our families.
But when I walk down the aisle, I find out that I’m marrying the man who broke me instead.

Nobody knows about our past, that I once loved him and that he dumped me.
He kisses my lips after our vows, bringing back a flood of memories.
He wipes the icing off my face with his thumb, reminding me of the feel of his skin.
But I know the coldness in his heart, the ruthlessness in his soul. I could never love him again.

I try to avoid him, but I live in his house now. And slowly, he’s getting closer.
He claims my mouth, saying he expects wifely duties from me.
His body tangles with mine, making me sweaty and restless.
He says he intends to keep me this time, but I know he’s just playing me like he used to.

What will the Bratva King say when he hears I carry his heir?

The Milov Bratva play only one kind of game: one that is full of blood, cruelty, and power. Only their brides come to see another side of them. A side where they will protect the ones they love and die for them if they have to. Until you can’t do anything but want them for life.