Plus-Size Bride Forced By the Bratva

He’s twice my age, merciless, and untouchable. A cold-blooded Bratva enforcer.
I humiliated his brother — the golden boy I used to call partner — and now I’m stuck.
No chains. Just a contract and a man who treats my plus-sized body like it belongs to him.

He says it’s about family loyalty and clearing my father’s debt.
But every cruel glance tells me this is personal.
He drags me into his world of blood, power, and unspoken threats.
And shackles me to him with a ring instead of a bullet.

I hate him. I defy him. I ache for him.
He’s my ex’s brother, and he wants revenge in every kiss.
But when his mouth claims mine, I forget who started this war.
And I surrender like my soul was always his to ruin.

Will my Bratva husband keep me as his forever prisoner?

In Chicago the rule of the Tarasov Bratva is the law. These men are as disciplined with their chiselled appearance as they are with the code of honor, revenge, and bloodshed they lie by. They take what they want, and if that is you, be prepared to be claimed, protected, satisfied, and hunted for the rest of your life… will you go willingly?