Crimson Sin

He didn’t ask for my name.
He told me I was his.

One night. That’s all it took. A stolen kiss that turned into a deal with the devil himself.
Daniil Zorin—cold-eyed heir to the Chicago Bratva. Ruthless. Merciless. The kind of man who takes what he wants…and what he wanted was me.

He offered me a bargain soaked in danger.
Be his wife for a weekend. Wear his ring. Play the part.
In return, he’d bankroll the dream I was too desperate to give up.

I told myself it was fake. That I could survive him and walk away untouched.
But nothing about Daniil is fake.
Not the way his touch brands me.
Not the lies he whispers that feel too much like truth.
Not the danger that stalks us both the moment I become his bride.

And then two pink lines destroy every illusion.
Now I’m not just a pawn in his deadly game—I’m carrying his secret.
The Bratva is at war. Enemies are circling. And I’ve become the weakness they’ll exploit.
But Daniil Zorin doesn’t do weaknesses.
He does obsession. Possession.
He’ll burn Chicago to ash before he lets anyone take me—or our child—away.

He swore I could walk away.
But in the Bratva, there’s no such thing as escape.
Not from his kiss.
Not from his vow.
Not from the ruthless man who has already decided: I am his forever.