His Captive | A Bratva Romance

His Captive | A Bratva Romance

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"She danced for the world until he stole her for himself." DARYA I was supposed to pay for my father's betrayal, but the Pakhan of the Vetrov Bratva had other plans. Ruthless, dangerous, and utterly destructive, Matvey ripped me from my life and locked me in his gilded cage. There was no escaping the man who saw through every hidden crack in my armor. Living under his roof, the line between captor and captive blurred as my twisted desire collided with his deranged obsession. But as secrets from my past surfaced and threats closed in, my captor became my protector. And suddenly, I had to decide whether to fight for freedom... or surrender to the man who could claim everything, including my heart. MATVEY She was meant to be a simple pawn in my answer to her father's betrayal, yet I knew she was different from the moment I saw her dance. I had waited for the chance to invade her life, for I always take what's mine, and I wanted Darya Andreeva to be mine in every way that mattered. She wasn't the fragile doll she let everyone believe, but fire wrapped in porcelain skin-a ballerina I could never forget. My obsession with her was inevitable, so I vowed to protect, claim, and consume her, no matter the danger or the ghosts of the past. She would see my world, my darkness, my devotion, and in the chaos of blood, desire, and power, Darya would learn that in my world, nothing and no one stood between me and what I claimed. Author's Note: This story is a dark romance with mature themes, including abduction, violence, obsession, and age-gap dynamics. It's not a lighthearted love story so please read only if you're comfortable with morally gray characters and intense situations.
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This is a fanfiction of Annika volkov (daughter of adrian volkov) and vaughn morozov (son of Kirill Morozov) This story is not the best but i tried. All the characters belong to Rina Kent. i just wanted to make a non MM story of vaughn morozov - for the book community who not into MM Annika volkov I was never supposed to meet him. We were never meant to cross paths. And yet, here he was-my shadow, my devil, my enemy. How I wished he would stay far away from me... and yet, in some twisted corner of my mind, I wanted him to come closer. He was a cold bastard, heartless, untouchable. Everything about him screamed danger. There was no going back. I was supposed to live a simple life: ballet, home, my parents, safety. Nothing more. I was never meant to get involved with the future son of the Pakhan-the man who could snap me in half without a second thought. But it was too late. He was already here, already a part of my life. He could destroy me... and somehow, he had saved me too. Now, I needed him more than I needed myself. vaughn morozov I was never supposed to meet her. She was meant to be just a pawn-a way to get information on Adrian and Jeremy. I don't give a damn about anyone else. Never have. My parents were the only people who mattered. Beyond them, there was nothing, no one. I have no weakness. I never let my guard down. I destroy anything-or anyone-that stands in my way. At first, she was just a tool. A fragile little thing I could bend, manipulate, and ruin for my own benefit. My little doll. I was supposed to play with her, control her, and discard her when I was done. But then something changed. The moment she appeared in my path, something inside me broke. That small, fragile woman-so deceptively delicate-tore through my defenses in ways I didn't even know were possible. She ruined me. Completely. And somehow... I can't get enough of her. She won't escape me. Not now. Not ever.

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