I was Russia’s unstoppable champion, untouchable in the ring and the heir to my parents' billion-dollar company.
But in a single day, my whole world shattered. My career was ruined in front of hundreds of flashing cameras, my family's empire was torn down, and I was left holding my dying mother on the floor, betrayed by people I had trusted the most.
Then Dimitri Rossi walked into my life like the devil. The cold, mafia Don set his sights on me, warning me that he always gets his way.
He cornered me, his thick arm slipping around my waist, his breath brushing my inner ear.
"I like people as prideful as you, little champion," he whispered, his blue eyes darkening. "It makes it so much more interesting when I watch them break."
"Get an inch into my space again," I growled, spinning in his hold and raising my fists, "and I swear to God I will hurt you so badly you'll need a stretcher to leave this building."
But when he looks at me, he isn't seeing me at all. Finding out I look exactly like his dead wife shatters it all.
Looking in the mirror, all I could see was her ghost staring back.
"Is that why you chose me, Rossi?" I demanded, my knuckles white. "When you hold me, you're thinking of her, aren't you? Did you plan all of this? Did you have a hand in everything I've been through? Tell me!"
Now, with someone trying to wipe out the Volks, Dimitri backs me into a corner, forcing me to sign a brutal 150-match underground fighting contract.
He thinks falling from grace made me weak.
But I’m a fighter first, and against all odds, my fists will pave my way back to the top.
