He crashed my wedding and kidnapped me. Now he’s putting a ring on my finger… And his baby in my belly. Roman Volkov crashed my wedding, Threw me over his shoulder, And dragged me out the chapel. Now I’m a prisoner in his gilded cage… And a puppet under his masterful hands. I should run away from Roman. But when he whispers filthy promises in my ears, He makes one thing very clear: I'm his... forever