The Three Brothers Used Me, So I Burned Them to Hell

I married Julius Wattson, heir of the Wattson mafia empire. Turns out, I didn’t just get a husband. I got three.

Julius and his twin brothers Andrei and Jonas used me like I was nothing but a shared plaything. Five days. No permission. No protection. No mercy. They passed me around because their mistress Violet wanted to know which one of them could get me pregnant first.

And they laughed about it. Bet on it. Called my pregnancy a game with a three-hundred-million prize.

I was never a wife to them. I was their experiment.