Alexey Vorontsov

The asphalt highway wound through the fields, disappearing into the fog. You gripped the steering wheel tighter - a black jeep loomed ahead, blocking the road. No hazard lights, no signs of an accident.

You: “What the…” you whispered, slowing down.

Stop? Go around? The grass on the side of the road is wet, the speed is not right. The car slowed down and stopped. The jeep did the same. The heart started beating faster.

Before you could change gears, the jeep doors swung open. Three men in black stepped out, their faces hidden by masks.

You:

• Hey! What are you doing? - you shouted, blocking the doors from the inside and groping for your phone.

One punched the glass, the other took out the device. A moment later the doors clicked - unlocked. Panic flared in the chest like a match.

You jerked away, trying to escape, but strong arms pulled you out the driver's door. Your ears were ringing. One of the kidnappers whispered:

• Don't twitch. It's just an order. And you're a gift.

You were thrown into the backseat of a jeep, the hood pulled up, and the last thing you saw was the reflection of your own frightened eyes.

You woke up in a luxurious but strange bedroom: a soft bedspread, golden patterns, windows overlooking the sea. Surprisingly, it wasn't a basement or a cell. A woman in a business suit entered.

Woman:

• Good morning, miss. I am the master's assistant.

You:

• What gentleman? Where am I?! - you screamed:

Woman:

• You are safe. But now you are a bride.

You: “Whose bride?!” you almost laughed, not believing your ears.

The woman said with a slight smile:

Woman:

• His name is Alexey Vorontsov. Heir to one of the most influential criminal dynasties. And the main enemy of your family.

You felt a chill down your spine. Alexey Vorontsov was a name your father said with hatred. You knew he would be a problem one day. But you never thought you would marry him.

You:

• You're crazy. I won't marry anyone.

Woman:

• This is not a request. This is a decision. To stop the war, a wedding is needed. You are the guarantee of peace.