Savage Heirs

To know Ilya Volkov is to fear him. To defy him, lethal. They call him The Wolf—ruthless heir to the most brutal crime family in the world. A tattooed, green-eyed devil. A seductive psychopath who trades in mind games and leaves a path of destruction in his wake. Except, I didn't get that memo. I spit in the dark prince's face. Now, he wants to break me.

This is not a fairytale. There's no glass slipper, only shards. Prince Charming is the villain, and happily ever afters are a myth. Except now, I need to construct one. Me, the fake princess, with a make-believe happily never after to the anti-Prince Charming himself. Coldly beautiful, brutally ruthless, and heir to a criminal empire. Misha Tsavakov hates me, but he'll be my fabricated prince, for a price—all of me.

To keep my empire, I'm going to marry a man whose family my family tried to destroy. A terrifying and magnetically gorgeous man with brutal blue eyes. A man whose very presence sucks the air from my lungs. A man with no past, shrouded in scars, pain, and darkness. But this isn't about me. This is about securing a future for my sister. Even if that means binding myself to a man who hates me. Except "until death do us part" is going to come quicker than anyone knows. You see, this story has an expiration date. I have an expiration date.

She's the forbidden fruit, and I took a bite. In my defense, it was before I knew who she was. Before she knew the devil's deal I made with her family. She's off-limits. Half my age. Innocent in a way that redefines sin and temptation. I'm broken, dangerous, haunted by my past, and wanted by the Bratva. Touching her could mean losing everything. But keeping myself from her is an impossibility.