Wicked Vows

Powerful and merciless. Cunning and cruel. A monster wrapped in luxury and wealth. Mikhail Romanov is my opposite in every way… and my new husband.

Where I go, he always follows. Primal, Powerful, Possessive. Aleksandr Romanov is my nemesis...And my new husband. He thinks I'm the spoiled mafia princess. That I have the world at my fingertips. I may be his new wife, but he doesn't know the real me. No one does. But when Aleksandr touches me, he cuts me wide open as if trying to see the secrets I hide.

My mission is simple yet deadly—pose as the newly hired bodyguard for Vera Ivanova and assassinate her father. But Vera, clever and defiant, doesn't want a bodyguard. Instead, she proposes a dangerous game: I'll be her fake husband in public. Vera is unlike anyone I've encountered—intelligent, gorgeous, untamed and untouched. Everything I want and nothing I can have. The utter destruction and demise of my ultimate plan. Consumed by desire, I choose a new tactic: seduction.

In the dark underworld of the Russian Bratva, I've finally claimed the object of my obsession: Lydia Ivanova. Beautiful and passionate, she's fire and ice, and I want her. I need her. Lydia is my prize. My spoils of war. Only she doesn't know that yet. Forced into marriage with me to protect her...

In the dark shadows of the Bratva Underworld, where my family reigns, there are no rules—only power. My life is black and white. Every choice is designed to protect my family and crush our enemies. Trust is a luxury I can't afford. Then she comes—Isabella Morales, disguised as a boy, burning...

Born into the ruthless underworld, I've been cast aside. I'm locked in a cage of lies and betrayal, now framed for a crime I didn't commit. But then he came for me. Ollie Romanov, the savage enforcer, believes I'm a traitor. He's ruthless, merciless, and prepared to make me pay for my sins. To him, I'm nothing more than a pawn to punish. A traitor to be broken. Yet beneath the cold, brutal exterior, I see something more—a darkness that calls to my own. I shouldn't crave the twisted connection we share. I swear the man has no conscience… Except when it comes to me.