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Demyen m'a dérobé ma liberté pour m'enfermer dans la pire des cellules. Son lit. Je comprends : c'est moi qui ai envoyé son frère derrière les barreaux. Et je paie pour cette trahison en gémissements de plaisir.

RHAPSODIE DE DOULEUR est le troisième volet de la trilogie sur la Bratva Zakrevsky. L'histoire de Demyen et de Clara commence dans le premier tome, REQUIEM POUR UN PÉCHÉ, et se poursuit dans le second, SONATE POUR UN MENSONGE.

Que se passe-t-il lorsque vous découvrez un homme magnifique et complètement nu dans votre chambre d'hôtel ? On pourrait d'abord penser que c'est une plaisanterie, mais je vous promets que ce n'est pas le cas. C'est même un vrai cauchemar. Voici ce qui s'est passé… Le pire jour de ma vie, j'ai décroché le jackpot. Un pactole réel d'un million de dollars au casino Meridian de Las Vegas.

Working as Ruslan Oryolov’s personal assistant is the job from hell. After a long day spent tending to the billionaire’s every whim, I need some stress relief. So when I get home that night, that’s exactly what I do. Problem is, my thoughts are still stuck on the bosshole, who’s ruining my life. That’s fine—because of all Ruslan’s many sins, being gorgeous might be the most dangerous.

The proliferation of social media platforms and our increasing reliance on the internet for connection and communication has caused the line between the “real” world and the online world to blur. So much of our lives can be impacted by online interactions—and not all those interactions are positive. Why does the internet seem to encourage bad behavior from some users? Why do we feel we need to share so much of our private lives with the online world? Is screen time really as addictive as the headlines say?

To be fair, I didn’t know he was my boss when I slept with him. I thought he was just the kind stranger offering me a place to stay. But one night in Misha Orlov’s hotel room got me way more than I bargained for.

At first, Misha Orlov was the boss who got me pregnant. But he has become so much more than just that. He’s my husband and the father of my babies (yes, as in plural). He’s my pakhan. He’s my last hope.

My fake husband is trying to take my baby away. The Kornilov Bratva brothers ruined my life. Fedor attacked me and shattered my innocence. Then his brother Viktor forced me into a fake marriage I never asked for. Now, I'm caught in the middle of a war between them. And if that's not enough . . . It turns out I'm pregnant again. One baby by each brother. Two sides of a bloody conflict that can only end in death and destruction.

I joined the Mile High Club and ended up pregnant. If only the story stopped there. But no. It gets worse. It gets so much worse.

I thought it was just a hookup on an airplane. Let’s be cute and call it a “one-flight-stand.” Or we could be more accurate and call it what it really was: the day that ruined my life.

Viktor Kornilov is a cold-blooded beast. His name alone makes my blood run cold. But his cruel touch makes my heart beat faster and faster. We're trapped in a high-stakes game of lies and violence. One wrong move, and he'll take my son away. So when he gives me his sinful offer—become his fake wife or become his latest victim—the only answer I can give is yes.

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.

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.

Six years ago, I was supposed to get married. But the night before the wedding, my groom-to-be showed me sides of himself I'd never seen before. I might've died in that hotel room... if Mikhail Novikov hadn't burst in to save me. Handsome, strong, capable knight in shining armor—sign me up, right? Wrong. Because Mikhail wasn't just the hero I never knew I needed... he was also way more dangerous than I ever could've known. But for one night, I let myself do something I never should've done. It was worth it—several times over, if you catch my drift.

One butt dial changed my life forever. Ruslan Oryolov went from boss to baby daddy in the blink of an eye. But other stuff changed along the way, too. I learned who Ruslan is—who he really is. I learned that the children I’ve come to love as my own can’t stay in this city anymore. I’ve learned that none of us can.

As the boss of the Bratva, I live my life by a code: Always stay in control. But I broke my own rule on the night I bought Annie. She was so delicate and desperate up on that stage. I'd pay any price it took to own her. She says she can't be bought. But she doesn't know how this game is played. In my world, everything has its price. And like it or not, she's mine now - my property, my possession.

She's an innocent maid. I'm a ruthless Bratva boss. She says she wants nothing to do with me. But in my world, when I want something, I take it. And I want her. The problem is, Zoya is hiding a terrible secret: A baby in her womb that was never meant to be. And I'm not the only one who knows. Our enemies are coming. To hurt her. To ruin me. What they don't know is this: I've found what I want in this world. And they'll have to kill me to take it.

My enemy's daughter. My unprotected bride. Allison thinks that this is a fair world, that justice exists. I'm here to show her there is no such thing as innocence. In my world, it's might makes right. Kill or be killed. And I've caused my fair share of bloodshed. But when I discover her with an innocent man's blood on her hands, we both know that there's only one way out of this mess: On her knees before me. So I give her an offer she cannot refuse. Become my wife. Carry my baby. Or prepare to suffer the consequences.

I’ll lock her in a gilded cage and throw away the key. The night we met, she thought she was tasting freedom. I devoured her once and left before I even knew her name. Four months later, Bratva business leads me to the house of my enemy with one objective: Burn it down and kill everyone inside. That’s exactly what I plan to do. Until I find her cowering before me.

I kidnapped her to break her. Now, I'll do whatever it takes to protect her. In this business, you cannot afford to lose control. No emotions. No weakness. I've worked too damn hard building my mob empire to let one feisty little girl ruin everything. But Bella refuses to fall in line. I've pushed my prisoner to her limits, and yet she will. Not. Break. She takes every savage kiss.... Every cruel touch.... And asks me if that's all I have to offer. Breaking her down will require breaking a rule of my own: Never, ever fall in love.