The Bratva's Fake Wife

I woke up in a mafia boss’s bed,
Married to a man I’ve never met before.

My name is River, or at least that’s what he calls me,
And, apparently, my husband is a wealthy mafia boss,
A wicked man who makes his enemies disappear with a snap of his fingers,
And my clothes just as easily…

He tells me that I’ll remember everything soon enough,
That we just have to go through the motions,
That I will fall in love with him again.
Madly in love.

But his six-pack abs and skilled tongue aren’t enough to dissolve my suspicions,
Or cover up the fact that I don’t remember our wedding,
Or how we even met.

I knew something wasn’t right from the beginning,
But I fell for his charming lies anyway,
And only now do I realize my mistake.

My name isn’t River,
And the man in my bed isn’t my husband,
But the baby in my belly is real, and it belongs to him.