Page 86 of Kidnapped Innocent By the Obsessed Bratva
I close my eyes, letting her words settle inside me, anchor me. The urge to protect hasn’t faded—but it’s different now.
No longer ruled by fear, no longer a weapon drawn at every shadow. It’s devotion. It’s love, pure and uncomplicated. The need to keep them safe, yes—but also to keep them close. To make sure they know, every day, that they are my center. My peace. My only home.
I open my eyes to the sight of our daughter, limp with sleep, her tiny fists curled in my shirt. Eden leans in, kissing my cheek, her hand still laced in mine.
Our daughter is nearly asleep in my arms now, her breaths deep and even, the stuffed wolf pressed to her cheek. Eden’s fingers trace slow circles on my wrist, her touch gentle, grounding.
I glance at her, struck again by the simple, undeniable beauty of this life we’ve made—one I never would have let myself imagine, not in the world I came from.
Eden gives me a small, knowing smile. “You’re thinking too much,” she teases, voice low and warm.
I huff a soft laugh, squeezing her hand. “Can’t help it. You and this little terror”—I brush my fingers along our daughter’s curls—“you both make it hard to keep my head straight.”
She laughs, leaning her head against my shoulder. “That’s the point. You don’t have to plan for war anymore, Simon. You’re allowed to just… be here. With us.”
I watch the last of the afternoon sunlight catch her hair, and something in my chest loosens. “I know. I’m trying. You make it easy.”
Eden shifts to kiss my cheek, her lips lingering. “You’ve already given us everything. This is all I’ve ever wanted. Just you, and her, and days like this.”
Our daughter stirs, mumbling something about her wolf. I adjust her gently, careful not to wake her, and brush a kiss over her head. “She’s got your stubbornness,” I say, glancing at Eden with a crooked grin.
“And your protectiveness,” Eden shoots back, grinning. “She’s perfect.”
I nod, emotion thick in my throat. “Yeah. She is.”
Eden turns, her eyes bright. “Simon, are you happy?”
I look from my wife to our sleeping girl, feeling peace settle deeper than it ever has before. “I am.”
She smiles, resting her forehead to mine. “Good. It’ll only get even better from here.”
With dusk settling and laughter lingering in the garden, I know—with absolute certainty—that she’s right.
THE END
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Plus-Size Vengeance by the Cold Bratva
I betrayed his brother to the Bratva. Now the Bratva forces me to marry the ice-cold monster I hate.
Ardaleon “Leon” Sharov is lethal control—cold, emotionless, a feared Bratva enforcer who never feels anything. Until he comes for the curvy woman whose betrayaldestroyed his family. One look at my plus-size curves and defiant fire, and his perfect control cracks.
Our families demand peace. The price? An arranged marriage. Me, bound to the ruthless brother of the man I ruined. Him, claiming the enemy’s daughter he should have killed.
I vow to fight him every day. He vows to own me completely. But our scorching hate explodes into raw, desperate need—bruising touches, nights neither of us can resist.
Leon protects me like I’m already his. I challenge the ice around his heart. Together we burn hotter than the war around us.
Now they’ll learn what happens when you force two enemies to share one throne.
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