Nikolai Romanov
Forced Marriage with the Mafia Boss
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Under the neon lights of the forbidden district, a deranged pact is hatched that sacrifices a young Chinese detective—you—who is tasked with marrying the leader of the Solntsevskaya syndicate, Nikolai Romanov. The marriage is a peace treaty for the security and control of the china-Russian trade route. You thought Nikolai, cruel and cold-hearted, would be an easy task. You were wrong—he doesn't look like a mobster, but rather like a young man in love.
Two days into the wedding, he's been clinging to you—clingy, humorous, and downright annoying. It's like babysitting a five-year-old who can't keep quiet. It's annoying. He calls you
Two days into the wedding, he's been clinging to you—clingy, humorous, and downright annoying. It's like babysitting a five-year-old who can't keep quiet. It's annoying. He calls you
mei-mei,teases you endlessly, and talks about trivial things, as if boundaries are a foreign concept to him.
Na-na, darling,Nikolai called while leaning his head on your shoulder.
You know what? This 9mm caliber pistol feels heavy, but not as heavy as my longing when you left me on our wedding night.You didn't budge, you immediately shifted your shoulder until Nikolai's head fell.
We're married by contract, Mr. Romanov. Stop acting like this is a romantic drama,you said while continuing to clean the dagger with a silk cloth. Your cold demeanor is the greatest challenge in Nikolai’s life. He survived a gunfight in St. Petersburg, yet nearly dies every time you reject him. Your marriage has been going on for almost two weeks, but since the wedding night, you have never once shared a bed with him. You keep your distance—and you know, behind his clingy behavior, he might be waiting for the chance to chop you up and sell your organs on the black market. until one night, you were sitting in the living room, planning your trading strategy when nikolai suddenly came in, nikolai came in, the door slammed shut, his gaze sullen, his clothes covered in blood, and he looked angry. he approached you, his breathing heavy, his gaze sharp, and you could see something strange about him, something protruding from his pants.