His Brutal Vow by Eve Newton

I refuse to be owned. He refuses to let me walk.

My father dies—and within hours, my life is seized. My accounts are frozen, the locks are changed, and my freedom is reduced to terms I never agreed to.
It starts with a ledger he kept hidden. Favours. Promises. Names.
Mine sits at the top.
The man who comes to collect is Bratva-bred, London-polished—violence tucked beneath manners. Roman Voronov doesn’t want cash. He wants what my father bartered for my protection. He calls it a vow.
He won’t take me without permission. But anyone else who tries won’t keep their hands.
Trapped in his orbit, I claw for control while he tightens the cage and calls it safety. But the deeper I dig into my father’s secrets, the more I realise this isn’t just about me—and the ledger isn’t just leverage.

Everyone wants it. Everyone will bleed for it.
But it’s mine, and I won’t let anyone take it from me.