Savage Bratva King by Vivy Skys

I stole the Italian princess days before her wedding to my enemy—meant to be the perfect pawn in a war against my Bratva.

I locked her in my basement,

Fed on her defiance, filled her with my seed

Until she sobbed my name like a prayer.

She was supposed to be leverage.

Instead, she carved herself into my blackened soul.

Then they ripped her away from me.
That’s when I find out she’s carrying my heir
And my heart now belongs to her.

Now there’s no treaty, no truce—only war.

I’ll burn their empires to ash and crown her in blood.

Because she was never theirs.

She’s mine.

Always f*cking mine

Category: Contemporary Romance