The Pakhan's forbidden Bride

I was two months away from marrying the man I loved.

Two months away from living my dreams and building a family with Dario Volkov.

All my dreams were shattered abruptly when I woke up naked beside Mikhail Volkov.

My fiance's uncle and the pakhan of the Volkov mafia.

My first heartbreak was Dario looking at me like he ruined him.

The man I claimed to be the love of my life, left me on my knees begging for forgiveness for something I couldn't remember.

From that day, people judged me.

My parents cut me off to stay in Dario's good side.

I lost the family I thought I was going to be a part of after marrying Dario.

Everyone turned their backs on me, and nobody believed that I was drugged.

Then someone tried to kill me.

Suddenly, surviving became more important than clearing my name.

And the only man capable of keeping me alive was the one everyone believed had ruined my life.

So I married Mikhail Volkov.

Mikhail wasn't anything like Dario, he was older, more experienced, and far too dangerous.

It was never supposed to be a love story.

It was supposed to keep me alive.