Vlad by Ker Dukey K Webster
The Vasiliev name is a powerful one. We rule with an iron fist and we do it well.
Being the eldest, I am Father’s best hope at keeping us at the top of the food chain.
Everything I do has purpose. Everything I do has reason.
Until her.
I play my games thinking several moves ahead. Power. Power. Power.
Until her. The next move requires I marry and soon. This will strengthen us and secure our position.
But I am not to marry her. I am to wed the eldest Volkov.
Problem is, her younger sister is the one who awakens my dead heart. It is her I want in my bed and by my side forever.
Her. Her. Her.
In this game, though, it’s not about what I want. But maybe it can be about what she wants.
I am Vlad. Vile. Vicious. Villainous. Vasiliev. And I will win eventually.