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This is my story of how to lose a mob boss in ten days. I have a problem: I’ve been arranged to marry a monster. Run away? Good idea. Tried that. Didn’t work. Because in my family, my father makes the rules. And he says this wedding is happening. But he still has a soft spot for me, his last remaining daughter. So he offers me a deal. Take ten days. Get to know Sasha. See if you change your mind. Yeah, right. Sasha Ozerov is a beast in Brioni. He’s ruthless, flawless, utterly unconcerned with mortals like me.

I had a plan to make a mob boss hate me. Good news: It worked. Bad news: I'm pregnant with his babies. Remember when I had ten days to make Sasha Ozerov hate me? Well, I succeeded. Just not the way I planned. Now, I'm hiding in France with his unborn twins, Trying to forget the monster who stole my heart. The devil who betrayed my sister. The man I can’t stop loving.

Ich bin auf eine Hochzeit gegangen, zu der ich nicht eingeladen war. Der Trauzeuge hat mich erwischt. Jetzt bin ich schwanger mit seinem Baby …

When he learns the truth, Samuil whisks me away to his Scottish castle. He says it's to keep me safe. But the bars on the windows say they're there to keep me contained. Dark forces are closing in on all sides, Led by his ex-wife and his own brother, who want to destroy everything Sam's built.

It's the dog's fault, really. If this untrained Great Dane I'm walking had any manners at all, I never would've ended up here: With my leash wrapped around the most gorgeous man I've ever seen. Lucky for me, the guy is a good sport about it. (Although his joke that “Dogs take after their owners” hits a little too close to home when Rufus starts humping his leg.) He leaves me with his business card and a smile that makes my knees weak.

Welcome to Prognosis Ikigai. Ikigai is a Japanese concept that means “reason for living” or “life’s purpose.” On the show I will speak with people in the healthcare field who love what they do. People who have advanced in their careers, evolved, molded them, maybe took non-traditional paths and reached professional Ikigai. They are truly living their purpose and loving their work. But how did they get there? What did it take? What lessons can we learn from them? That is how Prognosis Ikigai was born. Come join me on this journey…my wish for all of you is that you find it as well.

„Du hast doch nicht wirklich geglaubt, dass du ein Happy End bekommst, oder?“ Cian macht mir Angst. Der irische Killer hat mich an meinem Hochzeitstag entführt. Und jetzt lüftet er Geheimnisse, die drohen, alles und jeden, den ich liebe, zu Asche zerfallen zu lassen.

¿Qué pasa cuando hay un hombre guapísimo desnudo en tu habitación de hotel? Suena a chiste, pero te aseguro que no lo es. Es el comienzo de una pesadilla. Esto es lo que pasa: En el peor día de mi vida, me gané la lotería. El premio gordo literal, real, de un millón de dólares en el casino Meridian de Las Vegas. El jefe del casino me dio una noche gratis en la suite Zafiro. Subí las escaleras, mareada de incredulidad. Abrí la puerta de mi lujoso nuevo alojamiento...

I joined the Mile High Club and ended up pregnant. If only the story stopped there. But no. It gets worse. It gets so much worse.

Running from my wedding was a mistake. But only because I should’ve kept running. If I’d just kept running right past Daniil Vlasov, none of this would’ve happened.

Ruthless mob boss buys an innocent fake wife. A kingdom of corruption—that is my birthright. But before my father gives me the throne that’s rightfully mine, I must fulfill one condition: I must find a wife....

How did I end up playing fake fiancée to a runaway criminal? Well, I was supposed to get married today—but that’s a whole other story.The part that matters is that I took the car and ran, still in my wedding dress. I promptly crash said car into a bridge, and when I get out to check the damage… I'm disoriented and fall right into the river below. That should’ve been it for little old me. Goodnight. Close the curtains. Roll the credits. Drowned by my own wedding dress—how morbidly appropriate. But then someone saves me.

I’ll keep her safe from everything…except myself. I’m a billionaire mob boss with a thirst for power. She’s a broken girl fleeing from a past she can’t escape.

I thought it was just a hookup on an airplane. Let’s be cute and call it a “one-flight-stand.” Or we could be more accurate and call it what it really was: the day that ruined my life.

She thinks she owns me. She’s never been more wrong. My second-in-command sold me out. Stabbed me in the back. Betrayed me to our sworn enemies. Now, I’m the prisoner of the Irish mob. Their don wants to beat me down.

He killed my family. So I took his daughter. My enemy murdered my family in cold blood. The time has come to claim my revenge. His daughter thinks she escaped from the clutches of her mob boss father. But I’m coming to show Cassandra that she can never run from me.

I lied. I ran. I hid. But Nikolai Zhukova found me anyway. And now that I’m his again, he’s making sure I never repeat my mistakes. He’s putting his ring on my finger and marching me down the aisle—whether I like it or not.

I got pregnant from a one-night stand. I wasn’t going to tell the father...until I walked into the office and found out he’s my new boss. Here’s some advice: Don’t sleep with your boss. Here’s some more: Don’t sleep with your married boss. And while I’m at it: Don’t sleep with your married, dangerous, billionaire, completely incapable-of-feeling boss because all he’s going to do is break your heart and your body and leave you to cry in the ashes. But I’ve never been good at taking my own advice.

I can buy my secretary’s submission—or I can take it the hard way. My ex-wife’s fatal car crash left me with a cruel gift: A daughter I never knew I had. I am a billionaire. A mob boss. A titan. Not a babysitter. I need a woman’s touch to help raise my daughter. My secretary doesn’t know it yet, but her life is about to change. Charlotte is gorgeous. Feisty. And best of all…desperate. So from now on, we’re going to do things my way. It starts with five little words: “Let me own you, kitten.”

The truth will set me free—unless he kills me first. Dima Romanoff knows everything now. All my sins. All my scars. All the skeletons in my closet. The only thing I have left is our baby in my arms…and one last shot at freedom. But Dima is coming for me. I can’t run fast enough or far enough. And when he catches up to us…he’ll take everything I have to give.