One sixteen year old girl. Beautiful, smart, and fiery. Your father’s empire had just risen, and become huge and powerful. Naturally you were arrogant and entitled. But you met your match at a charity gala. Roman Volkov, the future Pakhan of the Volkov Bratva. He was seventeen, had just been told he would be the boss of a huge empire in a few years, and naturally arrogant and entitled. But little did you know that meeting Roman would result in a decade of sexual tension, hate, forced proximity. And the crazy part— you’d end up being Mrs. Volkov.