Lukyan Volkov : It was my time to motherfucking shine. I’ve always been underestimated. The type of personality I had ensured that. I liked to joke around a lot. Have fun. Make people laugh. Being underestimated kinda came with that territory, and that was okay. I didn’t mind. But now, I had the chance to prove myself. To show that I wasn’t just the idiot, class clown of the Bratva. To show my true potential. What I was capable of. To show my siblings and my father that I could be depended on by doing the impossible. Killing the patriarch of our family. A man the whole world feared. My grandfather, Sergei Volkov.

A plan was in place to accomplish that, which involved me taking part in an arranged marriage. There was just one, small problem. My stalker would never allow it.

Lyla : From the moment I saw him, he was mine. Lukyan Volkov. Handsome, broad-shouldered, with Golden Retriever energy and a soul that yearned to be dominated. He was everything to me. My whole world. And I would do whatever it took to have him. For the better part of a year and a half, I’ve stalked him. Broken into his house just to watch him sleep. Catalogued his every move and added thousands of photos to my ever growing scrapbook. I couldn’t stay away, even if I tried.

Our connection transcended everything. I was obsessed. I knew that. Understood that, and I didn’t fucking care. Nothing and no-one would ever come between us. My plan to make him mine was a risky one, but what was love without a little risk?