I Accidentally Married The Russian Mafia Boss Who Thought I Was His AssassinUpdated at Aug 9, 2026, 08:54
I needed $50k to save my bakery. He needed a fake wife to inherit the Russian mafia empire.We met at a registry office in a $99 dress and a suit that cost more than my life.I thought he was a hot, jobless cosplayer obsessed with mafia movies.He thought I was the legendary assassin his father hired to test him.When I knocked out his enemy with a frying pan and my grandma's Bible, the entire Bratva started calling me "Krovavaya Bulochka" - The Bloody Little Bun.Now I'm storing croissants in a freezer full of cash and guns, my "jobless" husband is teaching me how to shoot because "Bratva wives should know," and his psychotic cousin wants us both dead.He's cold, possessive, and only melts when I force him to eat soup and wear a coat in winter.The problem? My grandma stole $10 million from his family 30 years ago, and it's hidden in my bakery deed.Fake marriage. Real bullets. And I think I'm falling for my mafia husband.He thinks I'm his boss. I'm starting to think he might be right.