Dirty Damage (Pavlov Bratva Book 1)

One million dollars. To have my boss's baby. What would YOU do? For two years I've watched Oleg Pavlov from afar. Dreamed about him in ways that would get me fired on the spot. He's not just my boss—he's THE boss. The mob-connected CEO who makes his fellow billionaires stammer and squirm. Built like a Greek statue with tattoos that disappear beneath expensive suits and scars that whisper stories he’ll never tell aloud. I fake like he doesn’t light me on fire with a single look. I ignore how my skin hums when he walks past. I pretend I don't notice his ice-blue eyes following me down endless hallways. We had boundaries. Lines. Rules. Until the day he called me into his office and changed everything. ""One million dollars "" he said sliding a contract across his desk. ""To have my child."" I said no. Walked out. Some lines shouldn't be crossed even for life-changing money. Then some photos leaked.