My boss is a cocky bastard. But the moment I hear him moaning my name behind his office door, I cross a line I can't uncross.
Sasha. Freaking. Orlov.
Silver‑fox billionaire. World‑class egomaniac. Drama king with a God complex.
I’m convinced he lives to make me miserable.
Three years. That’s how long I’ve endured his late‑night orders, power plays,
and that low, dangerous growl he uses whenever I dare to talk back.
I hate him. Truly.
After one too many midnight orders, I snap.
I storm in to tell him exactly where he can shove his job.
But catching my boss with his hand wrapped around himself, stroking slowly while my name spilled from his mouth, derails my plans entirely.
I should’ve left.
But I locked the door instead.
Fast‑forward - I’m pregnant.
And Sasha doesn’t ask. He commands.
“Move in.”
“You’re not raising my child alone.”
Oh, and tiny detail…
He’s criminal royalty with a crown forged in blood.
And the real plot twist?
I’m the secret daughter of his greatest enemy.
