Forced to Marry the Russian
A Bratva gangster saved me, forced me to marry him, and got me pregnant.
I was finally turning my life around when I accidentally got caught in a shootout.
That night, a much older Bratva gangster brings me to his penthouse and takes my V-card.
The next morning, he tells me we’re getting married.
I thought my trainwreck of a life couldn’t get any worse.
Until he forces me to be his Bratva bride.
He says it’s too dangerous out there for girls like me.
So he arranges a priest and puts me in a wedding gown.
He takes my bleeding body and makes it his.
He inspects my wounds thoroughly and gently strokes away the pain.
I’ve been a good girl for so long…but now I’m carrying his Bratva baby.
Will he ever let me leave his sinful penthouse?
Or will he keep me here forever?
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