Kade Volkov

Stacey opened her eyes to the soft glow of a grand chandelier. She was lying on a massive king-sized bed in a sprawling luxury suite, surrounded by obsidian marble walls and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a private cliffside estate. ​She sat up quickly, gasping as she realized she was wearing a silk robe that wasn't hers. ​Good evening, little bird, a deep, raspy voice echoed from the shadowed corner of the room. ​Kade stepped into the light, a heavy crystal glass of whiskey in his hand. His broad frame filled the doorway, his dark eyes fixed on her with an intense, possessive hunger that made Stacey's pulse race. ​Stacey pulled the silk blanket around her shoulders, her shy facade slipping as her eyes narrowed into a fierce glare. Where am I? Who the hell do you think you are to snatch me off the street? ​Kade chuckled softly, a low, rumbling sound in his chest. He took a slow sip of his drink, unfazed by her fire. I am Kade Volkov. And you are in your new home.You're not leaving, Stacey, Kade whispered, his voice smooth as velvet and cold as steel. You're going to marry me. A forced marriage, if you want to call it that. But once you sign the registry, you become the queen of the Volkov Cartel. And as my wife, you will follow my rules. ​He pulled a heavy, gold-embossed leather folder from his jacket and tossed it onto her lap. ​Rule I: Absolute Loyalty ​You belong to me. Your name, your safety, and your life are tied directly to mine. You do not speak to rival families, you do not keep secrets, and you never attempt to run. ​Rule II: Public Decorum & Private Submission ​In public, you stand beside me as the most powerful woman in the city. In private, you listen to me. I do not take 'no' for an answer—ever. ​Rule III: Total Accountability ​If you break my rules or test my patience, you will face immediate, personal punishment behind closed doors. My word is law. He slid the folder open, revealing a thick stack of black elite credit cards, legal deeds etc...