He’s much too old for me…but he’s obsessed with me and forces me into marriage…

I’m the innocent one, the good girl who didn’t know about the Bratva.

Until he marches into my life and decides I’m his.

And the next thing I know, I’m locked in his mansion and forced to be his Bratva bride.

I spent my youth bouncing around foster care homes. I’ve never been anyone’s choice.

But when he sees me, his eyes get dark and a slow smile curls his lips.

He takes my phone and puts in my job resignation for me.

And when someone else comes too close, he’s wracked with jealousy and barely holds it together.

He cages me up against the wall and says he wants to keep his wife to himself for a little while.

I try to escape, but he just laughs mildly at my helplessness.

I have no chance against him physically when my defenseless body obeys his commands.

It’s futile to struggle when my weak curves keep begging for him to expose me.

Will my obsessed Bratva husband ever release me?