He saved my brother’s life. Now I owe him mine.
When Aleksei Vasiliev appeared in the hospital, he already knew everything about me. My name. My brother’s failing heart. The impossible bill I could never pay.
He offered me the one thing I couldn’t refuse, my brother’s survival. The price? My hand. My body. My future.
Now I’m wearing his ring. Living in his house. Tangled in the sheets of a man who never asked if I wanted him, because he decided I was his the moment he saw me.
Aleksei doesn’t believe in bargains. He believes in fate. In inevitability. In putting his child inside me until there’s no part of me that isn’t stamped with his name.
I should hate him. But every time his hands close around me, every time his voice calls me wife, my body betrays me.
I thought I was doing this for my brother. But I’m starting to realise I might be doing it for me.