The Mile‑High Club wasn’t the sin that d*mned me… Falling for the devil was. At 30,000 feet, I’m seconds from unraveling. My pulse is chaos. My chest locks up. Then he appears. The silver-haired fox. Eyes like winter storms. “Be a good girl and breathe for me,” he orders. Low. Dangerous. Surprisingly effective. He takes me to a private room. Rewards my obedience with pleasure so vicious I forget my name. Then vanishes—without giving his. I'm sure I’ll never see him again. Until the ghosts of my past drag me straight to the Ivanov empire. Straight to Yuri Ivanov. Bratva billionaire. King of blood and secrecy. The stranger who owned me at thirty thousand feet. His family is behind a murder that shattered my world. Now he’s sitting across the desk. Those glacial eyes daring me to unlearn him. “Congratulations,” he murmurs. “You don’t just work for me, little one. You belong to me.” I came chasing ghosts... Now I’m carrying something far worse: the devil’s baby.