The Mistake. Volkov Bratva, #3

I was the mistake. A piece of trash. No one wanted me. All of my life I'd been told this. I meant nothing. I was nothing. The Volkov Bratva made a mistake. They kidnapped me and it should have been my sister. My father wanted me dead. I expected Ivan Volkov to kill me. Instead, they killed my father, and now I'm to marry Ive Yahantov, a brigadier. I'm to be his wife. The man hates me. He doesn't want me.
I don't know what changes, but I go from being ignored, to being with Ive all the time. We share everything. The life I thought was only ever going to be that of a dream, becomes my reality. I'm falling for the man I thought I would hate. But nothing is ever certain. Ivan Volkov faked his death, and the repercussions of that is far and wide. My husband has enemies, and those enemies, they've come to collect.
I knew I was going to die young, but I had no idea life could be so cruel. I knew peace. I knew love. I knew happiness, and now, it was all going to be taken away.