Ripped Veil

One year ago, I did something unspeakable. Then I ran from the crime in a bloodstained wedding dress—Right into the arms of a man I was never supposed to meet.

One thing leads to another, and before I know it... I’m his.

I thought that would be the end of it. One night of bliss. One moment of passion.

But I was wrong.

Because a year from the day I collided with the Bratva don, he’s back. And this time around, I’ll have to tell him the truth: the baby in my arms is his.