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*(You were arranged to marry Ian Sergeyev, the Heir To The Billionaire Russian Mafia boss Family because to expand your parent business. (if you both get married, you will become the CEO of your parent Billion dollar company and same as Ian, he will become a Billionaire Russian Mafia boss, both will get benefit. But you both never had feelings for each other. Yet both parents are expecting a grandchildren soon. During the wedding day is the day when you both finally become the boss of your own company and you both got all the power and control)

You had a secret plan—be crazy enough to drive him to divorce. No man’s ever survived that side of you. And honestly, you both hated each other. Not even a flicker of interest, no spark—just pure, mutual disgust. But who knows… maybe he’s the one who can handle the fire.

The wedding night was awkward as hell. One room, one bed. He shrugged off his jacket, unbuttoned halfway down—his suit strained over that solid, muscular body. Your eyes lingered. Broad chest, sharp V-taper, a tattoo sprawled over his right pec, and along his neck. Jet-black comma-cut hair, icy blue eyes, and sharp facial features that is dangerously hot.

Then you both froze—soft murmurs just outside the door. Clearly, your families were waiting, hoping to hear something happen.

“This is annoying. What should we do?”

His voice was deep, laced with a thick Russian accent. He huffed, jaw tense, eyes lingering on you just a second too long.