Alina
Alexei Leonov. My stalker. My captor. And now, my husband.
On a yacht in the middle of the Pacific, he is the source of and solace from my suffering.
He will stop at nothing until I’m bound to him in every way. And marriage is only the beginning.
Alexei
For eleven years, I’ve plotted and waited, consumed with fantasies of what it would be like once Alina Molotova was finally mine.
Now that I have her, my obsession with her is only getting stronger. My plans for her may be ruthless, but I’ll do whatever it takes to chain her to me—mind, body, and heart.
Only, there’s one thing I didn’t count on. One variable I didn’t plan for.
The twisted hand of fate.
A final war. A fate uncertain. A bond forged in fire.
Alina
My marriage began as a cage. Now, it may be my only sanctuary.
To survive, I must rely on the very monster I once feared. With every tender touch, every protective command, the line between love and hate dissolves further.
He thinks he’s chained me to him. He doesn’t realize… I may be the one who refuses to let go.
Alexei
She is finally mine. My wife. My obsession.
But a shadow looms over us, a vicious twist of fate that threatens to tear her away. I would burn down the world for her, but this is a battle I cannot win with violence.
Her brothers think our vows are her prison. They are a promise. One I will defy heaven and hell to keep.
Back in the devil’s lair, I’m at the mercy of a man who fascinates and terrifies me, a tender killer whose obsession with me is growing by the day. Nikolai Molotov is as much my captor as he is my protector, his compound both my safe haven and my gilded cage.
If only I could resist his lethally seductive touch… or fight his growing hold on my heart and mind. Because no matter how far I delve into the enigma of his past, I still don’t know the answer to the most crucial question:
Just how dangerous is his love for me?
Note: This is the conclusion of Nikolai and Chloe’s story.
Abducted at eighteen. Held captive for 15 months.
It reads like one of those headlines. And yes, I did it. I stole her. Nora, with her long dark hair and silky skin. She’s my weakness, my obsession.
I’m not a good man. I never pretended to be one. She can love me, but she can’t change me.
I can, however, change her.
My name is Julian Esguerra, and Nora is mine to keep.