Page 31 of Innocent Bratva Hostage

“I can’t imagine it’s for a friendly chat,” I snap.

A faint smirk tugs at his lips. “You’re right. This isn’t a chat. It’s a decision. One that’s already been made.”

My pulse quickens, my hands curling into fists at my sides. “What decision?”

“You and I,” he begins, his tone deliberate, “are getting married.”

The words hit me like a slap, and for a moment, I’m too stunned to respond.

“What?” I finally choke out, my voice rising. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, I’m very serious,” he says, leaning forward slightly. “This isn’t up for debate.”

“Debate?” I exclaim, my anger flaring. “You can’t force me into this! This is insane!”

His eyes narrow, the faint amusement vanishing from his expression. “You’re carrying my child,” he says coldly. “That makes you my responsibility. In my world, my child doesn’t grow up a bastard.”

“That’s not your choice to make!” I shout, my voice shaking.

“It is,” he counters, his tone unyielding. “It’s final.”

I glare at him, my breath coming in short, angry bursts. “I won’t do it. You can’t make me.”

Makar rises from his chair slowly, his imposing frame casting a shadow over me as he steps around the desk.

“I can make you,” he says quietly, his voice like steel. “I will. Let me make something clear, Hannah. If you don’t comply, your situation will only get worse.”

“What does that even mean?” I snap, though my voice trembles.

“It means you’ll lose whatever small freedoms I’m willing to give you,” he says, his gaze piercing. “Right now, you have the chance to move about the mansion, to have a life outside of these walls—within limits. Defy me, and those privileges disappear. Completely.”

“You’re treating me like a prisoner,” I say, my voice breaking.

“No,” he replies, his tone softening just a fraction. “I’m treating you like someone who doesn’t understand the stakes.”

I stare at him, the weight of his words pressing down on me like a physical force.

“This isn’t a negotiation, Hannah,” he continues, his voice firm but calm. “This is reality. You will marry me. You will be protected, provided for, and watched. That’s non-negotiable.”

I swallow hard, my nails digging into my palms as I fight the urge to scream. “What about my life, what I want?”

“What you want doesn’t matter anymore,” he says bluntly. “Not now.”

The words cut deep, and I turn away, blinking back tears. “I hate you,” I whisper.

He steps closer, his voice low. “I can’t make you like me, and I don’t care to. Understand this: you’re mine now. You and the child.”

I don’t respond, my chest tight with anger and despair.

“Go back to your room,” he orders, his tone final. “Think it over. Don’t mistake this for a choice, Hannah. There is no choice.”

Andrei appears in the doorway as if on cue, his expression impassive. He doesn’t say a word as he leads me out of the office, the door closing behind us with a soft but definitive click.

The silence between Andrei and me is suffocating as he escorts me back to my room. His footsteps are steady, unhurried, while mine falter, my mind spinning with the weight of what just happened in Makar’s office.

Married. To him.

The very idea is absurd, horrifying, and I can’t stop the wave of helpless anger that rises in my chest. My pace slows, and Andrei glances back, his expression impassive.

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