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I'm pregnant. My mother is dying. And the man I love—the man who ruined me—refuses to let me go. Luka is unraveling, angry at the world for losing everyone he's ever loved. The social worker is circling, ready to rip him out of our home. And Ihor Makhova—Kovan's oldest enemy—has discovered my name. There are moments—quiet breakfasts, lullabies whispered to Luka, Kovan's hand steadying me when the baby kicks—that make me believe we could be a family. And then the bullets fly, the secrets explode, and I see the blood on Kovan's hands.

I'm a rule-follower. A good girl. He's an arrogant billionaire who only listens to himself. I would never… right? Until Kovan burst into my ER with a boy bleeding out in his arms. I didn't know who he was. I only knew that the child would die if I didn't do something. So I did what I do. But that was just the beginning. Because the boy is Kovan's nephew. And Kovan needs custody. His solution? Me. He wants me to pretend to be his girlfriend in front of the courts. That means thirty days of living in his house. Thirty days raising his nephew like he's ours.

I ran from paradise to protect the man I love. But he's after me now. Because I took our baby with me. Nassau was supposed to be my fresh start. Far from my billionaire Russian's empire. Far from the chaos I brought to his life. Far from his mother's disapproving stares. But I can't truly leave...

Three months ago, I almost got hit by a car. The guy behind the wheel was as gorgeous as they come. We got to talking and… well, things got a little carried away, if you know what I mean. But when it was over, we went our separate ways. Except, not quite. The little plus sign on this pregnancy test tells me our story isn't over. But that's a problem for another day. First, I have to go to my sister's engagement party. When I see who she's marrying, my jaw hits the floor.

For two years, I've watched Oleg Pavlov from afar. Dreamed about him in ways that would get me fired. He's not just my boss—he's THE boss. The mob-connected CEO who makes his fellow billionaires stammer and squirm. Built like a Greek statue with tattoos that disappear beneath expensive suits...

My fiancé is screaming at me in public. I'm used to it. My role here is to look pretty on his arm and to play nice so he doesn't hurt my sick daughter. What I'm not used to is the man who comes to my rescue. Adrik Tasarov is a tall glass of gorgeous. He's got a jawline that could cut glass and eyes that could melt steel. Best of all: my fiancé is absolutely terrified of him. So when Adrik asks me to dance, I say yes. When he asks me to do a little more than that, I say it again. Then comes the make-or-break moment. Adrik offers me a fake marriage to get me out of my real one.

I'm locked in a cage in my wedding dress. How did I end up here? Three days ago, I was a normal girl living a normal life. My adoptive parents came over to my apartment for dinner, just like they do every week. But this time, they brought bombshells. They tell me I'm not who they said I was. And all those dance lessons, those etiquette classes? They weren't just for show. They were to groom me. To mold me into what I'm about to become—the forced wife of a don. Then, with my jaw on the floor, they opened the door and let the nightmares in.

Arrogant bosshole with some dirty secrets. Sounds tempting, right? Wrong. Kirill Zaitsev is anything but tempting. Sure, he's tall and broad and muscular in all the right places. And sure, he's richer than several small countries. And yes, fine, his eyes do make me feel loopy, and he does smell like mint and musk, and there's also the way his jaw clenches when he… Sorry, where was I? Oh yeah. Bosshole. Dirty secrets. Anyway, all those things sound fine and dandy. For a little while, I thought so, too. Then I learned who Kirill really is—a killer, a tycoon, a mafia don.

Five years ago, I ran from the devil who got me pregnant. I have a son now. A boy I'd do anything to protect. But I left behind the sister I loved more than life itself. So when Ilarion Zakharov finds me again, I have an impossible choice to make: Do I go back with him to the world I left behind? Or do I leave my sister to drown in the mess I caused? Ilarion doesn't make choosing easy.

At this point, I'm starting to lose track of how many people are trying to ruin my life. My parents. My ex and his mistress. Pasha's enemies (and believe me, there are a lot of those). But Pasha abandoning me in the hardest moment I've ever faced is the cherry on top. He swore he'd be here... but he's not. Until, suddenly, he is. The problem is, that might be worse. Because the man I loved has turned into something else. A monster. A stranger. And our happily ever after has never looked farther away

I curate art for a living. This big show was supposed to pay my bills for the next year. Oh, and did I mention the star artist is my unfaithful ex? So I try to put on a brave face—after all, the clientele are worth billions. But my ex is doing everything in his power to rub it in. Holding his new girl a little too tight. Hanging around me a little too close. What I did next was a teensy bit impulsive. I grabbed the closest revenge hookup I could find... who just happened to be the billionaire dropping five mil at the auction.

Konstantin Aminoff isn't the kind of man who lets go. He ruined my life ten years ago, then he came back to ruin it again. He put his ring on my finger. He put his kiss on my lips. Worst of all, he put his mark on my world. And if he has it his way, he'll do the same to our son. I can't let that happen. So I'm running as far and as fast as I can to keep myself and my son away from the man who holds our hearts and our lives in his hands.

A wedding is supposed to be the happiest day of a girl's life. For me, it was a nightmare. The man I'm promised to isn't exactly Prince Charming. And the way I ended up on this altar isn't exactly the stuff of fairy tales. You see, my family isn't like yours. My father and brother do... things... that should never see the light of day. Things like wagering me at a poker game to be the wife and baby momma of a dark-eyed devil.

My BFF pulled a bait-and-switch on me. Instead of drinks with the girls, I'm at this bar to meet a blind date. "He's nice and normal and handsome!" she promises. Only one of those three is correct. Yakov Kulikov is as gorgeous as they come—and ten times as dangerous. Sparks ignite, but this is no meet-cute. It's a prison sentence. Turns out Mr. Tall, Dark, and Brooding is in charge of the Kulikov Bratva. And now that I've caught his attention, he insists I need his protection. Kidnapped by a hot mob boss—most girls' dream, right? Wrong.

I used to like surprises. Not anymore. Because every surprise lately has been worse than the last. Surprise! A blind date with a mob boss ruined my life. Surprise! I ended up pregnant with his baby. Surprise! I got captured by his enemies and watched his sister take a bullet for me… And now, I'm locked in a cell with a monster at the door and Yakov nowhere in sight. He'll come for me. He has to… Right? I can only hope he does. Because the shadows in the corner are creeping closer and closer… If I want my babies to make it to their first breath, Yakov is the only one I can count on.

I'm having my bosshole's baby. Safe to say that's not ideal… especially because he doesn't even know. As a matter of fact, Kirill is clear across the country, and I'm pretty sure he's never coming back. That's fine. My daughter and I will be a-okay without him. At least, that's what I thought. Five years goes by like pulling teeth. I learn something. It hurts to do this alone. It hurts to do this without him. It hurts to know what could have been if only we hadn't both been so unbelievably stubborn with our hearts. Then, one day, just when I think I can't bear to hurt anymore, he's back.

Ten years ago, a one-night stand got me pregnant and disappeared. Now, he's standing on my doorstep. And he's not leaving until I let him in. But even if I wanted to, I can't. And even if I could, I wouldn't. Because Konstantin Aminoff is a world of danger, and my life has plenty of that as it is. I've got a possessive addict for an ex and a creepy lurker for a landlord. I've got an agent who's sick of me and a former boss who's trying to ruin me. Most of all, I've got a nine-year-old son who needs me to be his mother.

Have you ever loved someone so much you'd do anything to save them? What if that was the same person? Roman won me in a card game. I became everything he wanted me to be. The bride at his altar. The mother to his child. Somewhere along the way, I became something else, too… The woman he loves.

The Bratva came in the night and set the place on fire. I thought it was my chance to finally escape this awful mob-owned club. Goodness gracious, was I wrong. Because the man pounding at the door is not a knight in shining armor, here to liberate this damsel in distress from her nightmare. More like the polar freaking opposite. Bastien Nikolaev, the new don of Miami's Nikolaev Bratva, is moody, broody, with a bad attitude-y. And now, he's decided that I belong to him.

What if your boss asked you to have his baby? With one catch: You have to do it the old-fashioned way. Normally, I would've told him to take his offer and shove it. But my mom needs my help. And I can't afford to save her myself. In comes Arsen Adamov with a devil's deal on a silver platter. Have his baby. Then walk away—no strings attached. I'd do anything for my mom. And spending a night with my gorgeous, dangerous, billionaire boss isn't exactly torture.