Скачать или смотреть I Signed My Freedom Away to Escape My Father's Debt — Then Fell in Love With the Man Who Owned Me"

"You're not my employee anymore," he said, his voice dangerously quiet. "You're mine. And I protect what's mine."
I was a nurse working double shifts just to keep the lights on when they told me my father was dead — and that I owed a Russian mob boss half a million dollars.
I had never even met Nikolai Volkov. Never asked for his money. Never signed a single document in my life that should have had anything to do with a man like him.
But there I was, sitting across a candlelit table in a restaurant I could never afford, watching him slide a contract toward me like it was the most normal thing in the world.
"Five years," he said, those ice-blue eyes never blinking. "You work for me. You do what I say, when I say it. At the end, the debt disappears. You walk away free."
Free. He actually used that word. And I was desperate enough to believe him.
So I signed. Packed my apartment. Moved into his building by Friday.
What I didn't know was that the moment my pen touched that paper, I had just made myself a target for every enemy Nikolai Volkov had ever made — and that man had a lot of enemies.
The midnight calls. The black-tie galas with people who smiled with guns behind their eyes. The night someone opened fire on us leaving a restaurant in Brooklyn and he threw his body over mine without a second's hesitation.
I told myself I was surviving. Adapting. Counting down the days.
I told myself I felt nothing.
And then one evening, in the back of his car, still shaking from the kind of night that would give normal people nightmares for years — he looked at me like I was the only real thing he had ever touched.
And everything I told myself collapsed.
But here's the thing nobody warns you about when you fall in love with a man like Nikolai Volkov —
The FBI will find you. And they will offer you everything you thought you wanted. And you will have to make a choice that will cost someone everything.
I made mine.
And it destroyed us.
Or at least... I thought it did.
What happened next in that Boston apartment — I never saw it coming. And neither will you.

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