Page 125 of Her Filthy Reverse Harem Romance Collection

A little over seventy-two hours ago I wanted nothing to do with them or convinced myself of that lie anyway. I pretended to be content behind my screen clacking away at my keys and hiding behind my sorrow.

I see that now.

A little bit of love can go a long way in healing a wounded heart, and I know I’ll be okay with them at my side.

I have what I need now. Love, a home to build, and maybe, just maybe, a family because life is nothing but an empty box without all three.

Epilogue

India, Two and a half amazing years later

All our lives changed the second my father gave me away to three Bratva men and it’s never been the same since. And that truth makes me beam with happiness as I gather white and red roses from the tiny greenhouse my men built as a surprise last summer when we moved into our new home. A growing family needs more than a three-bedroom penthouse and none of them rested until they found the perfect place for us outside the city and closer to my parents. Who make it a habit of stopping in to see the grandkid regularly. There are guards on duty around the clock and the high wall lining our property allows me to be myself. The queen to my three bratva bodyguards.

As for Thacker, that slimeball is serving a long stint for his white-collar crimes of embezzlement and forgery of my brother’s signature on his faux contract.

I smile at that little bit of karma coming back to bite him in the ass.

Oh, that’s right. I forgot to mention, not only was he found guilty of armed robbery, kidnapping, and assault with a deadly weapon, but he was also found guilty of fraud. Turns out, Thacker really meant it when he said he would stop at nothing to be number one in the tech world and security industry.

Well, I guess he did make it to number one after all. Number one crook, that is. No one will deal with his company now, and my men already have an offer submitted to buy the company out and dismantle it. All the monetary gain from Thacker’s company will be used to help in the fight to find a cure for leukemia in my brother’s name.

I turn the handle on the door to our new home and sigh with relief when the cold blast of air hits my heated skin. Being five months pregnant in the middle of summer isn’t easy.

I set my bundle of flowers down on a small table by the door and place the fresh bouquet in a vase.

Two years ago I saw my life filled with numbers, code, and heuristics. Endless nights of testing software over and over again with no end in sight. I finished my brother’s code and signed it over to my father’s security company, where I know it’s in safe hands. We split the royalties from the contracts we receive for installation and use funds from small mom-and-pop companies to larger companies like banks and automobile manufacturers. The public is safer because of my software and I finally have the money I need to start my nonprofit and help others.

Sure, I encounter those who want nothing to do with me due to the men I share my life with. Their reputation is tarnished by the deeds of their life choices. But I love them and I’m not here to fix other people’s opinions of my men or me.

Before Stefan, Maksym and Tomas, if you’d asked me about soul mates and love, I would have scoffed and returned my attention to my keyboard.

Not anymore.

They not only gave me the best night of my life, but they also gifted me with so much more A chance at the happiness my parents have. Before them, my world consisted of long hours in front of the computer and no life outside of work. They changed that.

Just as I did for them.

Love could be painful. When I lost my brother to leukemia, I thought love betrayed me. We were so close in many ways and I felt like I had lost part of myself when they lowered him into the ground. I never thought I could feel whole again or connected to another human being again.

They will never take the place of my brother, but my heart doesn’t feel so lonely anymore and I know my brother is smiling down on me from wherever he is happy for me.

My men gave me a reason to open my heart and love again.

And be loved.

I pat my round belly and smile.

In another four months, we’ll welcome our second addition to our small family and I can’t wait. A Thanksgiving baby, and how fitting because I couldn’t be more thankful.

I want to see the smiles on my men’s faces each morning when I wake snuggled between my soul mates. They were there to protect me against threats I had no idea of. And now it’s my turn to guard our sweet treasures.

“I love that look in your eye. It makes me anxious to knock you up again.”

I laugh softly. “I’m not done with the second one, silly.”

“I know. If you agree, I don’t want to wait long until we’re expecting again. I wonder how fast we can fill this home with baby Indias.”

“And little rowdy, brown-haired Stefans creating all kinds of havoc.” I lean into Stefan’s broad chest and settle my cheek against the hard lines and listen to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

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