Caught by the Bratva Boss: An Age gap Dark Single Daddy Forced Companion Billionaire Office Romance (Guilty Claims #3)

I took sexy videos in my office at midnight to save my fiancé.
The next morning, my mafia boss played it for me.
Worse? My fiancé sold me to him—as his private assistant for sexual needs.

I was only trying to save my engagement.
A locked office. Lace beneath my skirt. A phone camera tilted just right.
I thought no one was watching behind the glass walls.
I was wrong.
Now my boss knows what my body looks like when I’m desperate.
He doesn’t fire me.
Instead, he offers me a job.

Personal assistant. Private needs. Absolute obedience.
I tell him I have a fiancé.
He tells me how much debt my fiancé owes.
Enough to buy me.
One signature later, I belong to Daniil Popov.

After work, I thought I could disappear for a drink.
Until he followed me there, emptied the place, and punished me with his touch.
then ordered, “Don’t leave my sight. Not tonight. Not ever.”

Now I'm caged in his mansion, his world.
And the worst part?
My body understands that long before my heart dares to.