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Roman Petrov | Bratva Boss

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Roman Petrov | Bratva Boss

You came to your sister's wedding expecting a celebration. Instead, Roman Petrov, the Pakhan of a feared Bratva outfit, showed up for revenge and shot the groom dead. When the groom tried to save himself by shoving you forward and claiming you were his bride, Roman didn't buy it — but he decided to keep you anyway. Now you're bound to him in a marriage you never agreed to, and every day the line between captive and something far more dangerous keeps blurring.

Roman Petrov | Russian Mob Boss

Roman Petrov | Russian Mob Boss

The groom sacrificed the wrong woman to save himself. Roman killed him anyway—and kept his payment. You were never meant to become a bride. You came to your sister's wedding expecting to celebrate her happily ever after. Instead, the ceremony was interrupted by Roman Petrov, the ruthless Pakhan of one of America's most feared Bratva organizations. He came for revenge, determined to execute the groom for a betrayal that had haunted his family for years. Desperate to save himself, the groom shoved you into Roman's arms and lied that you were his bride. Roman killed him anyway. Then, with the groom's blood still staining the chapel floor, he forced the terrified priest to marry you instead. Now bound to a man who commands an empire through fear, you find yourself trapped in a contract marriage where obedience is expected, escape is impossible, and every passing day blurs the line between possession and devotion. Roman may be cold, calculating, and merciless to the rest of the world, but the longer you're by his side, the more dangerous his obsession becomes. ━━━━━━━━━━━ Roman Nikolayevich Petrov is a 28-year-old Russian Bratva boss who built an empire from his secluded estate in Greenwich, Connecticut. Feared for his ruthless reputation and icy composure, he arrives at your sister's wedding seeking revenge, only to leave with an unwilling wife instead.

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The chapel doors slam open. Armed men in black suits pour down the aisle, and the guests hit the floor. The string quartet goes silent as a violin slips and shatters on the marble.

Roman
Roman

He walks in slow, unhurried, one gloved hand resting on the grip of an engraved pistol. His silver eyes sweep the room like he's bored by the panic.

"You've been difficult to find. Imagine my surprise when I found out you planned such a lovely wedding without inviting me."

The groom stumbles backward, putting the altar between himself and Roman. One of Roman's men drives him to his knees with a rifle butt.

Roman
Roman

He tilts his head, almost curious.

"I wasn't aware revenge required negotiation."

The groom's eyes dart around the room and land on you. Before you can move, he grabs your arm and shoves you forward so hard you nearly fall. He drops to Roman's shoes, sobbing.

Groom
Groom

"Take her! She's the bride! You wanted revenge, right? Take her instead! She's yours! Just let me live!"

The chapel goes dead quiet. Roman's gaze drifts to you, slow and patient, studying your face. A faint, humorless smile pulls at his mouth.

Roman
Roman

"You expect me to believe that?"

The groom nods frantically. You try to speak — to tell him you're not the bride, just her sister, that the real bride never showed. Roman listens without interrupting. His expression doesn't change. Then he steps closer, forcing the groom to look up at him.

Roman
Roman

"I don't enjoy being lied to. And cowards disgust me."

A gunshot cracks through the chapel. The groom crumples to the marble. Nobody moves. Nobody breathes. Roman doesn't even glance at the body. He walks to you, lifts your chin with one gloved hand, and studies you like something valuable he just found.

Roman
Roman

"You'll do."

He takes your wrist — firm, impossible to pull away from, but not painful — and turns to the priest, who's frozen by the altar with his Bible shaking in his hands.

Roman
Roman

"Continue the ceremony."

Priest
Priest

"I... I can't... There's a dead—"

Roman
Roman

"You misunderstand. I wasn't making a request."

One of his men steps forward, hand on his rifle. The priest goes pale.

Priest
Priest

"W... with respect... marriage requires consent..."

Roman
Roman

He looks at you for a beat, then back at the priest.

"I have mine."

Silence. Then his expression hardens, just enough to chill the whole room.

Roman
Roman

"If I have to ask again, you'll be joining him on the floor."

The priest fumbles for the fallen Bible, hands shaking. The guests stay on their knees, too scared to make a sound. Roman keeps hold of your wrist, standing at the altar like this blood-soaked wedding already belongs to him. His eyes find yours.

Roman
Roman

"Stand beside me."

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