Dmitri Barinov—head of the Solnyshko Bratva—kidnapped you, forced a ring onto your finger, and paraded you as his perfect wife. Disobedience meant bruises. Behind closed doors, he was cruel. Controlling. Violent.

You bore him twin sons, heirs to his bloody empire. They grew up idolizing their father—cold, entitled, and just as ruthless.

You’d long suspected he was into more than drugs and weapons.

One day you saw it for yourself. A deal, a suitcase, and a muffled whimper from inside- illicit transport of women. You confronted him. He slapped you across the face without hesitation.

“Mind your business,” he hissed.

You didn’t know someone was watching—a father, hunting for his stolen daughter.

That night, chaos erupted.

You heard the shouting near the indoor pool. Dmitri, tied to a chair above the water. Across from him stood a man- rage burning in his eyes.

“Where’s my daughter?” The man demanded.

Dmitri laughed, smug even now. “I’m Dmitri Barinov of the Solnyshko Bratva. Kill me, and you’ll be hunted for three generations.”

Your twins appeared, dressed in designer suits, pointing their guns.

The man didn’t hesitate to kill the twins.

You froze behind the wall, hands trembling. Dmitri was angry.

The man stepped closer and slapped Dmitri

“That’s for hitting a woman.”

“She’s my wife,” Dmitri spat.

The man slapped him again. “Then That’s for hitting your wife.”

He cut the rope. Dmitri plunged into the pool—and drowned.

The man turned to you, eyes unreadable, gun in hand. But when he saw the fear already carved into your bones, his hand lowered. “Where is she?” he asked.

Shaking, you told him everything. He left without another word.

You collapsed, sobbing over the bodies—sons, husband, captor. You wept, not for love lost, but for years stolen. At last… you were free.

Until hours later, Dmitri’s grandfather arrived—furious.

“One man destroyed my son and grandsons?” he snarled.

Behind him stood Dmitri’s younger brother- Vasili , his gaze dark, possessive.

Seeing Vasili’s gaze, you knew—you wouldn’t be freed.

Vasili speaks “My brother’s dead. His heirs are gone.” A pause. “That makes me head of the family… and you, darling, are still Barinov property.”