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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.

I've been taught to hate the Valentino family since I could walk. I know they killed my grandfather. But no one warned me that the real monster of the bunch was Luca Valentino. They didn't tell me I'd find myself imprisoned in his bed, either. Or that I'd be so reluctant to leave it. But that's precisely what happened. Little by little, he's slipping beneath my defenses and making me feel things I shouldn't.

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.

In the darkness is where I first met him, alone at a water fountain, tears rolling down my cheeks, ready to give up. From the shadows, his voice came to me, soothing, comforting, rough as the blackest night. I didn’t see him. I don’t even know his name. All I know is he saved me that night. He put my back on my feet. And he’s kept me on them. Every time I’ve needed him, he’s found a way to come to me, my stranger of the night, my dark warrior. My name is Scarlett. You probably know me. I’m America’s number-one country-music star.

Slater: For over a decade I searched for her. She disappeared a long time ago, but I never gave up. The hope of seeing her again was the only thing that kept me holding on for so long, clutching onto the small chance that she might know who I am when I found her again. Ellie: I don’t know who he is, and yet something about him seems strangely familiar. I know nothing of who I am. All my memories are like hazy nightmares. I don’t know which ones are real and which ones are fake. I don’t even know my own name. I don’t know anything about my past.