Bred By The BRATVA

He’s twice my age, built for war, and obsessed with putting his baby in me.
I should run—but all I want is more.

DIMITRI : One look at her, and I lose twenty years of discipline. Amani is light—young, untouched, and completely unaware that her laugh just hooked a Bratva boss.

I watch her. Protect her. Obsess over her.
And when desire becomes unbearable?
I take her. Surround her in luxury. Make her mine in every filthy way.
She’ll give me everything—her body, her future, her womb.

AMANI : The brooding billionaire with the tattoos, scars and accent keeps showing up at my coffee shop like I already belong to him.

When I learn the truth—about the obsession, the surveillance, the twisted devotion—I should walk away.

But I don’t.
I let him claim me.
Worship me.
Fill me.

Now I live in a fantasy built just for me—where the rules are his, the pleasure is endless… and the only way out is to beg for more.

I’m supposed to be flying to Europe. Instead, I’m delivered to a man my father sold me to.

One minute I’m dreaming of freedom. The next, iron gates close behind me, and Maksim Vasiliev is standing at the top of the steps. Dark, powerful, and watching me like he’s already decided I belong to him.

He says there’s been no mistake. He says I’m safe.

I want to run, but my father's betrayal means I have nowhere to go. And the moment Maksim touches me, my body betrays me too.

Maksim doesn’t pretend to be gentle. He doesn’t ask permission. He doesn’t offer escape. He promises possession, protection, and a hunger so consuming I forget who I was before him. He takes me apart piece by piece until fear turns into need, resistance into craving, and surrender feels inevitable.

I was kept innocent my whole life. Now I’m being claimed by a man who wants to own me completely… body, soul, and womb.

I should have gone home after the club. Instead, I got into the wrong car and end up running for my life.

I escape barefoot and bleeding, straight into the woods. Straight into him.

Nikolai Vasiliev doesn’t save me. He hunts me.

He tells me to run. Tells me if he catches me, I’m his to keep. And when he does, when his hands lock around me and the dark closes in, I don’t scream.

Nikolai isn’t just danger. He’s protection sharpened into a weapon. He takes me back to his estate, cleans the blood from my skin, and looks at me like I’m something he’s been waiting for his whole life. He promises I’ll never be afraid again… as long as I belong to him.

I should leave while I still can, but the truth is…I don’t want to.

I want the chase. I want the claim. I want the man who would burn the world down to keep me.

I was sent here to be punished. To disappear quietly. To be invisible.

Instead, someone sees me.

It starts small. My perfume moved. A silk nightgown in my drawer. A flower left where only I would find it. I tell myself I’m imagining things, until I realize someone has been in my room. Someone has been watching me sleep.

And then I see him.

Mikhail Vasiliev doesn’t hide. He doesn’t apologise. He looks at me like I already belong to him, like the decision was made long before I ever noticed his eyes on me. He knows where I go. What I touch. What scares me. What I want…maybe better than I do.

At first, I was scared, but for the first time in my life, the man watching me isn’t waiting to hurt me. He’s waiting to claim me.

Mikhail promises protection, possession, and a hunger that makes my knees weak. He doesn’t chase. He doesn’t beg. He waits until I’m the one unraveling, until I’m the one aching for him to take me, to own me, to never let me go.

I was sent here to be broken. Instead, I’m chosen.

And once Mikhail decides you’re his…There’s no escape.

I’ve been watching her for months. Now, I’m ready to take what’s mine.
In my world, nothing slips past me. I make money, I enforce loyalty, and I bury those who cross the Bratva. But Zara… she’s different. She doesn’t belong in my darkness, yet I can’t look away. Every smile, every nervous twist of her necklace, every lie she tells the world about being untouchable—I’ve memorized it all.

Zara thinks she’s safe. She thinks her plan to have a child on her own will keep her free of men like me. She’s wrong.

When danger comes for her, I step in—not as her savior, but as her captor. Under my roof, there are no locked doors… because there’s nowhere to run.

She’ll learn that protection has a price. That in my arms, she’s not free. She’s mine. And once I claim her, I’ll never let her go.

I go to the hospital expecting the bad news. Then I meet a man who offers me a deal.

My brother is dying. The cost to save him is more money than I will ever earn. I have seventy-two hours before they cancel his surgery and let him fade quietly out of the system, and out of my life.

Aleksei Vasiliev doesn’t offer sympathy. He offers certainty.

He tells me my brother will live, his surgery paid for, his care guaranteed, if I become his wife. Not later. Not someday. Now. A signature. A ring. A marriage sealed before I can catch my breath.

I tell myself I don’t have a choice. Not when I know it will save my brother’s life.

Aleksei doesn’t pretend this is romance. He wants a legacy. A wife. A child. And the moment I belong to him, the world shifts. My brother breathes easier. Doors open. Fear loosens its grip.

And then there’s the way Aleksei looks at me.

Like I was always his…like he’s been waiting.

I tell myself this is a bargain. A transaction. A sacrifice I’d make a thousand times to keep my brother alive. But every touch, every command, every promise pulls me deeper into a life I never planned…and a man who doesn’t believe in accidents.

I married him to save my brother. I stayed because walking away no longer feels possible.

I’m walking down the aisle toward a man I don’t love. A man I don’t even know.

This wedding isn’t about romance. It’s about power. Alliances. My father’s ambition wrapped in white silk and a diamond ring I never asked for.

Then I see him.

He’s standing on the groom’s side of the church. Scarred, dangerous, watching me like I already belong to him. The moment our eyes lock, something inside me snaps. A truth I can’t ignore.

I don’t make it to the altar.

He takes me, in front of everyone.

One moment I’m a bride. The next, I’m thrown over his shoulder and carried out of the church like a prize he’s decided is his. No apologies or hesitation, but a possession so absolute it steals the air from my lungs.

Beneath the shock, there’s relief. Heat. A wild certainty that this man, Roman Vasiliev, is exactly who I was meant for.

He says I’m his now. That he saw me and knew. That no one else gets to touch me, claim me, or trade me like property ever again. And when he tells me I’ll be his wife… I know I don’t want to escape.

I want to belong.

My sister betrayed my family, so when the Bratva Council asks for a daughter, my father gives them me.

Now, to restore the Lazovski name, I have to marry Killian Orlov.

I was raised to be dutiful and obedient. But I’m not ready to be a Bratva wife.

Only Killian studies me like he sees something no one else does.

Then he says the one thing I never expected to hear from a Bratva man.

“I may have been forced to marry you, but I won’t take what isn’t given.”

He leaves me untouched.

And suddenly, a marriage I thought was meant to control me becomes something far more dangerous.

Because my quiet, calculating husband doesn’t treat me like a political offering, or a means to an end.

He treats me like his equal.

Slowly, the man I expected to endure becomes the man I begin to want.

But wanting something was never part of my training.

She's going to hate me.

She's going to need me.

She's going to love me.

I don't care what order it happens in—she's mine either way.

For two years I've waited. Two years of watching, wanting, planning every detail of how I'll break her in. Now her father's dead and the contract he signed is finally mine to enforce.

Vera doesn't remember agreeing to marry me.

I remember everything.

The way she melts when someone gives her orders. The way her body craves what her mind won't admit. The way she's going to look pregnant with my baby.

I'm not asking for her hand. I'm taking it. Taking her. Taking everything.

And by the time she figures out she wants this as much as I do, she'll be too full of me to leave.

She ran from me. She thought she was safe. She was wrong.

Five years ago, my stepsister was forbidden fruit—too young, too innocent, and too reckless to understand what kind of man she was tempting.

So I did the right thing for once. I walked away.

Then she disappeared. Vanished into witness protection, convinced she could escape the Bratva… and me. But I found her. I watched her. And when the moment was right, I took her. She’s carrying a secret powerful enough to destroy everything my father built with blood and sacrifice. A secret that makes her mine in every way that matters.

There is only one way to keep her alive. I’ll force her to the altar. Bind her to my name. Put my ring on her finger—and my heir in her womb. Her defiance won’t stop me. No matter how much she hates me, no matter how much she fears what I’ve become…By the time she says “I do,” she’ll belong to me. Forever.

I saw something I shouldn't have. And now, the obsessive, possessive, OTT, wicked HOT, older Bratva boss owns me...

I was just trying to get home from my double shift when I witnessed Nikolai Maksimov, The Butcher, end a man in a dark alley. Now, our city's ruthless Pakhan gives me no choice: marry him or else...

But I didn't expect to crave his touch, to melt when he calls me "WIFE", to want the monster who took everything from me. The man whose baby I'm carrying...

Mikhail is a brutal enforcer and he's obsessed with the woman he saved.

Shanice survived hell and now she's under protection with Mikhail as her guard. He's intense, invading her space, watching her with dark possessive eyes, making his intentions clear. But when the Bratva deems her as a liability, there's only one way to save her. Make her untouchable.

Shanice has already sacrificed everything. Now she must choose: marry a possessive older enforcer who claims to want her, or lose her life. Mikhail swears his feelings are real. But how can she trust him when survival is on the line? With all of the chaos surrounding her, there's one thing that she's sure of. The most dangerous man in her life isn't hiding in the shadows. He's demanding she become his wife.

Forced marriage. Possessive older hero. Age gap. Breeding Kink. Bratva romance. HEA guaranteed.

The Bratva enforcer needs to legally stay in the country. My dad needs to pay a debt to the brotherhood. They found a solution that works for everyone. Everyone...except me.
I'm the sacrificial virgin walking down the aisle to get hitched to a stranger. A tall, tattooed stranger who kills people for a living.
And then I find out my father didn't just sign me away as the enforcer's bride. The contract also forces me to deliver an heir. On a schedule!

I've always been alone. Never wanted anyone. Never needed anyone. Until she was brought to my door like a gift I didn't ask for and I kept her anyway.

Lily's nineteen. An orphan. Trafficked and sold to a corrupt senator who thought he could buy my loyalty with a broken girl.

I killed him for it.

But I didn't let her go.

She has nowhere to run. No family. No home. No one who'll choose her. So I will.

I'll give her everything she's never had: safety, a home, someone who wants to keep her. And the family she's always craved—starting with my baby growing inside her.

All she has to do is be mine.

Mikhail : Someone used my warehouse. My name. My silence.

They won't make that mistake again.

I shut it down, sent the women home — except one. She has nowhere to go, no one coming, and a desperation in her eyes I recognize like a language. I don't want a woman. I want an heir. My father is gone and the Kutuzov name dies with me unless I do something about it.

She's the something.

Kaylee : I didn't walk into that auction looking for a way out.

I walked in because I was already out of options.

Mikhail Kutuzov doesn't want me — he wants what I can give him. A child. A legacy. The contract is brutal in its honesty, and I sign it because I have nothing left to lose. He swears he'll protect me.

But there are things about me he doesn't know.

Things I'm not sure I can survive him finding out.

I am her nightmare. She is my bride – bought & paid for. And whether she hates me for it or not…she’s mine. Forever.

Nina Kotov, the beautiful only daughter of our biggest rival, lives as a princess trapped in a gilded cage – safe from her nightmare. Me. I’ve watched her from the shadows for years.

Tonight, she’s up for auction.

Tonight, I claim her body—but it’s her soul I intend to own.

The bratva princess who thought herself too good for me will learn exactly what she’s worth. I will ruin her. Break her. Make her mine in every way that matters.

Nina belongs to me now.

And I will never let her go.

She needed a husband. He needed an heir. Neither expected to fall.

Angelina Castellano is running out of time to marry or she'll lose everything to her dangerous uncle. Desperate, she enters a Valentine's masquerade auction, hoping for one night of escape from her problems.

Desmond Moretti needs a wife and heir before his father strips him of his birthright. When a woman in a gold mask captivates him, he pays a fortune for one night and never expects it to lead to more—or a contract.

But in the Moretti Bratva, nothing stays simple. Enemies circle. Threats escalate. And their carefully controlled arrangement ignites into something neither can control.

A marriage of convenience. A love worth killing for.

He bought me. He claimed me. And then he traded me to another.
When these women are dragged into a brutal Bratva auction, they expect the worst. The men bidding on them are ruthless. Powerful. Feared for a reason. But the moment the hammer falls, everything changes.
Because these men don’t just buy their prize…they claim it.
And once they’ve won, letting her go is no longer an option. In a world where obsession runs deep and control is everything, these Bratva kings don’t stop at possession.
They want more.
They want an heir.

I walked into that auction on my own two feet. Eyes open. Chin up. Ready to sell the one thing I had left and walk away with enough cash to save my brother's life.

I didn't know he was already in the room.

Vadim Sorin — Bratva-born, cold-eyed, built like a man who's never once been told no. He watched another man win me. Then he took me anyway.

Now my brother's debt is paid, my old life is gone, and I belong to a man who looks at me like I'm the first thing he's ever wanted for himself.

The problem isn't that he scares me. The problem is how badly I want him to keep me.