Traded & Bred By the Bratva

The first time his hand closes around the bidding paddle, my brother is already wired to machines, breathing borrowed air.

One year. One contract. One body for sale.

I walk onto the stage of a velvet-drenched sugar baby auction, perfume and money thick in the air, and sell what little I have left to bargain with. The men in the shadows don’t bother to hide what they want; they wear their power like tailored suits.

Maxim is the one who wins me.

He’s everything the rumors promise—Bratva royalty, control wrapped in a slow, accented drawl. Rough hands, expensive cologne, eyes that never soften for anyone. Except somehow, behind closed doors, he does. He orders and I obey, his filthy mouth and iron grip leaving bruises I trace in the dark like proof that I still exist. In his bed, with his voice in my ear, I feel oddly…kept. Sheltered. Like the storm outside can’t reach me.

Then, overnight, the temperature drops.

No warning. No fight. Just a plane ticket and a cold command as I’m sent to the walled estate of his estranged brother—a stone fortress that smells of gun oil and secrets. The name on my contract doesn’t match the one on Max’s passport. The man I bled myself dry for has been lying from the first touch.

By the time my brother wakes, furious at the price I paid for his life, it’s too late. The bratva owns my future, my reputation is ash, and Maxim’s world has already marked me for more than his bed.

In this empire of auctions and iron-ring vows, a woman isn’t just taken—she’s traded, bred, and bound to men who would rather burn everything down than let her walk away.