he Beast stole me from the Devil . . . Anastasiya I was born a trophy owned by the Resnov Bratva, waiting for the day they'd collect. My identity was engraved in their legacy, and my only purpose was to obey, to submit. I had no voice, and most of all, I had no choice.I was promised to one yet stolen by another. Simeon Resnov was my savior, a different kind of beast. A beautiful contradiction to the name he carried. He hid the darkness in him so well. Simeon She was meant to sit on a mantel, waiting for her rightful owner to claim her. On that day, she'd be used until her existence was nothing but blood on his hands. But the moment I saw her, I recognized the pain in her eyes. It drew me in, entranced me, and turned into an obsession that demanded I have her. So, I took her. I stole the girl branded to another, and now her broken soul is mine to mend...to break... And mend again. Note: This novel contains disturbing content that may be offensive to some readers.