Safonov Bratva

It started as a business deal. My fertility clinic needed one high-profile client to survive. I approached Stefan Safonov—billionaire, recluse, arrogant, gorgeous. He agreed... Way, way too easily. That should've been my first warning. Then the potential surrogate backed out. But the contract didn't. And suddenly, the only option left was... me. I walked in to end the deal. I walked out pregnant with his baby.

It started with a plastic cup. Simple. Clinical. Totally innocent. It's not so innocent anymore. Because I married the mob boss. He got me pregnant. Now, his past is coming to kill us both. I thought we were done with the hard part. Stefan is mine, and I'm his, in every way that matters. This baby of ours is going to have the happy family we never got. Or so I thought. But the mother that Stefan thought he killed? Turns out she's very much alive. The secrets he thought he buried? They're very much above ground.