Victoria Bella Volkov“How did it go?” I asked, pouring him a glass of champagne.“Good,” he replied, his short answer laced with heavy anger.“Someone’s mad... What happened?”“Babe, I don’t want to stress you. Well, it’s just… A child died in my hands. Not that it’s the first. I mean, I’ve killed people, but…” He sighed, taking a sip of the drink.“Hmm. Guilt, huh? What about the President’s doll? Was she good?”“Mmm, I don’t know. We can say fair. I had a meeting with the father—not a meeting. I gave him a warning. He can’t bring me back to that…”“Hey, listen. Mafia or not, you’re still you! An amazing killer man. So cheer up. And someone dying on you? It’s still part of the job!”“Yeah… I forgot,” he chuckled slightly and leaned on my big belly bump. “I can’t wait for our babies. They’re going to be amazing…”“I know. Just like us!”He placed his hand gently over my belly, a soft smile breaking through his otherwise hardened expression. His touch was warm, grounding me in the mom
Vincenzo Dante VolkovThe room was dimly lit, the air thick with smoke and the unshakable scent of betrayal. Power-hungry men sat around the table, their shadows stretching across the walls like predators circling prey."Are you accusing me of ordering the destruction of your properties and goods?" the President asked, his voice steady but his gaze sharp. I exhaled slowly, meeting his eyes with an unreadable expression."If you claim to have left the world of power, shouldn’t the loss of illegal weapons mean nothing to you?" he added, leaning back in his chair, his tone laced with challenge."Ah," I murmured, tilting my head slightly. "I see where this is going. But tread carefully… Don’t forget, I’m the reason—""You’re not the reason, Mr. Volkov," he snapped, cutting me off. "The reason I’m the President isn’t because of you or the power your family handed me. No, it’s because I chose this. I had the zeal, the drive, to become who I am!"I let a small, cold smile creep across my fac
Victoria Bella Volkov:"I think this little boy wants to come out so fast!" I muttered, rubbing my baby bump. I was in just my underwear, lying on Tiger's lap."Yeah, I can't wait to kiss them," Vincenzo replied, scrolling through his phone. He wasn’t paying much attention to me."Hey, are you looking at or texting a girl? Why are you acting so busy?" I said, pinching his leg."I am busy, and I'm not texting any girls. Why would I text a girl when you're here?" he asked, kissing my head. "Alright... I'm just trying to get some vital information from the President's daughter, Clara.""I knew it!" I half-yelled, sitting up. "I knew that girl was going to be a hard time for me and you...""Easy, easy, cupcakes." He put down his phone. "I'm just trying to set things right. I have nothing to do with that blonde girl.""You sure...?""I’m as sure as my name!"Vincenzo left a few minutes later to take his night bath, while I stayed on the balcony, watching the stars. That seems to be my favo
Victoria Bella Volkov:"Hello, Miss Volkov," Clara mumbled, setting something on the table. She gave a curt nod to Vincenzo before leaving without another word."Well, that was... brisk," Vincenzo said, raising an eyebrow as he opened the container. "Did you bring me food because you wanted an excuse to check on me?"I smirked. "In your dreams! I just thought you might appreciate a meal." I wandered around his office, glancing at a few things. "It smells just like you—warm and inviting." I stopped and turned to him. "Anyway, I'm heading home now. I love you.""Oh, baby, I love you too," he said, pulling me in for a soft kiss.I left the hospital with a smile. Let me tell you, at least two nurses couldn’t stop staring at me.I was sure they thought Vincenzo was single. How dare he look so handsome? A flicker of annoyance bubbled up inside me, though I guess I was just being paranoid.Once in the car, I sighed, wishing he could stop working altogether. I wanted him to myself—only to mys
Vincenzo Dante Volkov:Some things never change. I was in my office, going through files and preparing for the next patient. The door opened, and a woman stepped in, followed by a man who looked like he didn’t want to be here.“Good afternoon,” I said, motioning for them to sit. “I’m Dr. Vincenzo. How can I help today?”“My name is Gloria,” the woman said, her voice shaky. “This is my husband, Daniel. We, uh, just came in for some tests.”I nodded, looking at their files. “Alright, I see the test results are in. Let’s go over them.”She sat up a little straighter, her hands folded tightly in her lap. “Is something wrong?”I took a deep breath, keeping my tone calm. “Gloria, one of the tests shows you have an infection—it's a sexually transmitted infection.”Her face went blank for a second, like she didn’t quite understand what I said. “What? No… that can’t be right.”The man, Daniel, shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Gloria looked at him, her voice growing a little more anxious. “Da
Vincenzo Dante Volkov:The silence between Little Mouse and me was deafening, weighted with all the things I’d done wrong. Every marriage has its storms, but this—this was a hurricane of my own making. She is my goddess, my entire world, and I’d be a fool to let my thoughtless actions tear apart what we have.I needed to apologize—not just with words but with my soul.I walked to her room and knocked gently. The sound barely broke the air, but I knew she heard it. She turned away, her back now to the door, and my heart sank further.She was angry, hurt. I could feel it radiating from her, and I had no one to blame but myself.I stepped inside, my breath heavy with guilt. As I approached the bed, I spoke, my voice raw and trembling with emotion.“Baby,” I began softly, “I’m sorry. I endangered you and our babies, but most of all, I broke your heart.”The words caught in my throat, but I pushed on, sinking to my knees beside her. “Please, forgive me. I can’t go on like this. It’s tearin
Vincenzo Dante Volkov:"I love how you play these games, Charles. Coming into my house and trying to kill my wife? Really?" I walked toward the man tied to the chair, his face disfigured from repeated punches and his fingers chopped off. He was gagged, of course—I didn’t want to hear his excuses for trying to harm my wife."What was it? The money? How did you even get into my house with all that security, huh?" I watched as he tried to move—was he thinking of running? I couldn’t be sure, but I loved the way fear radiated from his face.He muffled a sound as I gave him a shallow cut across his cheek."Is that a cry?" I muttered, leaning closer, locking eyes with the man tied to the chair. "Alright, just nod. That’s all I need from you. Who sent you?"He thrashed, muffling something behind the gag."Oh, right. The gag." I yanked it off, watching as he gasped, blood trickling from his split lip. "Now, talk. Was it the Senator? Yes? No?"His breath hitched, his words tumbling out in a rus
Vincenzo Dante Volkov:The car pulled over at the grand event hall. I adjusted my suit and stepped out. Nikolai wasn’t answering his calls, and it had been hours.Inside, I searched the room, weaving through the crowd of politicians and officials. Finally, I spotted him on the upper level, speaking to a high-ranking senator.I headed straight for them. Nikolai saw me coming, his expression tightening for a split second before he spoke.“Vince,” he said. “I didn’t think you’d be here this soon.”“Clearly,” I replied.Nikolai excused the senator, and the man left without a word. Once it was just the two of us, I didn’t waste any time. “What the hell are you doing here?”“I’ve been calling you,” I said, my voice sharp. “No answer. I didn’t want to call Dad, Mom, or your wife to tell them your life is in danger.”Nikolai raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean, ‘my life is in danger’? I’m fine, Vince.”“No, you’re not.” I stepped closer. “Mr. President ordered a one-point-and-shoot strategy
It was a long night. Victoria had been in labor for hours, and I could see the exhaustion on her face. Sweat slicked her forehead, and her grip on my hand tightened with each contraction."Easy... easy..." I whispered, trying to keep her calm, but she wasn’t hearing it. She was too focused on the pain."Push!" the nurse said, her voice sharp and clear. Victoria squeezed her eyes shut, letting out a loud cry of frustration."Push! You’ve got this, Victoria," I said, doing my best to be encouraging. She glared at me between breaths."Yeah, right. You’re the one who put me in this position!" she shot back, her voice strained. I knew better than to argue.The nurse was moving around, adjusting equipment, but I wasn’t going anywhere. I wasn’t about to leave her side. I stood by her, rubbing her back as she gave another push.The nurse gave me a knowing look as she prepared to leave. “We’ll be right outside,” she said, before heading for the door. But I wasn’t going anywhere.“No, I’ll stay
Vincenzo Dante Volkov:“You! You did this!” the president bellowed, his finger shaking as it pointed at me.I raised my hands, smirking. “Easy now. I didn’t do anything, alright?”“I'm disappointed at the kind of games you've played Mr President. First you tried sabotaging my image, now you plan on killing me?” Nikoali walked in, he took a glass of wine and drank. “Interesting…you wanted to kill my brother? After everything I've done for you!?” I asked, shaking my head. “Indeed, you are a fool. What was running through your head!” Nikolai set the empty glass down with a deliberate clink, his cold eyes never leaving the chaos in the room. "The president’s ambition always outweighed his intelligence. I warned you, didn’t I? But you never listen."I stepped forward, my boots clicking against the marble floor as I faced the dying man on the ground. Blood seeped through his shirt, pooling beneath him, yet his defiance still flickered in his eyes.“You wanted to kill my brother?" I repeat
Vincenzo Dante Volkov:The car pulled over at the grand event hall. I adjusted my suit and stepped out. Nikolai wasn’t answering his calls, and it had been hours.Inside, I searched the room, weaving through the crowd of politicians and officials. Finally, I spotted him on the upper level, speaking to a high-ranking senator.I headed straight for them. Nikolai saw me coming, his expression tightening for a split second before he spoke.“Vince,” he said. “I didn’t think you’d be here this soon.”“Clearly,” I replied.Nikolai excused the senator, and the man left without a word. Once it was just the two of us, I didn’t waste any time. “What the hell are you doing here?”“I’ve been calling you,” I said, my voice sharp. “No answer. I didn’t want to call Dad, Mom, or your wife to tell them your life is in danger.”Nikolai raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean, ‘my life is in danger’? I’m fine, Vince.”“No, you’re not.” I stepped closer. “Mr. President ordered a one-point-and-shoot strategy
Vincenzo Dante Volkov:"I love how you play these games, Charles. Coming into my house and trying to kill my wife? Really?" I walked toward the man tied to the chair, his face disfigured from repeated punches and his fingers chopped off. He was gagged, of course—I didn’t want to hear his excuses for trying to harm my wife."What was it? The money? How did you even get into my house with all that security, huh?" I watched as he tried to move—was he thinking of running? I couldn’t be sure, but I loved the way fear radiated from his face.He muffled a sound as I gave him a shallow cut across his cheek."Is that a cry?" I muttered, leaning closer, locking eyes with the man tied to the chair. "Alright, just nod. That’s all I need from you. Who sent you?"He thrashed, muffling something behind the gag."Oh, right. The gag." I yanked it off, watching as he gasped, blood trickling from his split lip. "Now, talk. Was it the Senator? Yes? No?"His breath hitched, his words tumbling out in a rus
Vincenzo Dante Volkov:The silence between Little Mouse and me was deafening, weighted with all the things I’d done wrong. Every marriage has its storms, but this—this was a hurricane of my own making. She is my goddess, my entire world, and I’d be a fool to let my thoughtless actions tear apart what we have.I needed to apologize—not just with words but with my soul.I walked to her room and knocked gently. The sound barely broke the air, but I knew she heard it. She turned away, her back now to the door, and my heart sank further.She was angry, hurt. I could feel it radiating from her, and I had no one to blame but myself.I stepped inside, my breath heavy with guilt. As I approached the bed, I spoke, my voice raw and trembling with emotion.“Baby,” I began softly, “I’m sorry. I endangered you and our babies, but most of all, I broke your heart.”The words caught in my throat, but I pushed on, sinking to my knees beside her. “Please, forgive me. I can’t go on like this. It’s tearin
Vincenzo Dante Volkov:Some things never change. I was in my office, going through files and preparing for the next patient. The door opened, and a woman stepped in, followed by a man who looked like he didn’t want to be here.“Good afternoon,” I said, motioning for them to sit. “I’m Dr. Vincenzo. How can I help today?”“My name is Gloria,” the woman said, her voice shaky. “This is my husband, Daniel. We, uh, just came in for some tests.”I nodded, looking at their files. “Alright, I see the test results are in. Let’s go over them.”She sat up a little straighter, her hands folded tightly in her lap. “Is something wrong?”I took a deep breath, keeping my tone calm. “Gloria, one of the tests shows you have an infection—it's a sexually transmitted infection.”Her face went blank for a second, like she didn’t quite understand what I said. “What? No… that can’t be right.”The man, Daniel, shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Gloria looked at him, her voice growing a little more anxious. “Da
Victoria Bella Volkov:"Hello, Miss Volkov," Clara mumbled, setting something on the table. She gave a curt nod to Vincenzo before leaving without another word."Well, that was... brisk," Vincenzo said, raising an eyebrow as he opened the container. "Did you bring me food because you wanted an excuse to check on me?"I smirked. "In your dreams! I just thought you might appreciate a meal." I wandered around his office, glancing at a few things. "It smells just like you—warm and inviting." I stopped and turned to him. "Anyway, I'm heading home now. I love you.""Oh, baby, I love you too," he said, pulling me in for a soft kiss.I left the hospital with a smile. Let me tell you, at least two nurses couldn’t stop staring at me.I was sure they thought Vincenzo was single. How dare he look so handsome? A flicker of annoyance bubbled up inside me, though I guess I was just being paranoid.Once in the car, I sighed, wishing he could stop working altogether. I wanted him to myself—only to mys
Victoria Bella Volkov:"I think this little boy wants to come out so fast!" I muttered, rubbing my baby bump. I was in just my underwear, lying on Tiger's lap."Yeah, I can't wait to kiss them," Vincenzo replied, scrolling through his phone. He wasn’t paying much attention to me."Hey, are you looking at or texting a girl? Why are you acting so busy?" I said, pinching his leg."I am busy, and I'm not texting any girls. Why would I text a girl when you're here?" he asked, kissing my head. "Alright... I'm just trying to get some vital information from the President's daughter, Clara.""I knew it!" I half-yelled, sitting up. "I knew that girl was going to be a hard time for me and you...""Easy, easy, cupcakes." He put down his phone. "I'm just trying to set things right. I have nothing to do with that blonde girl.""You sure...?""I’m as sure as my name!"Vincenzo left a few minutes later to take his night bath, while I stayed on the balcony, watching the stars. That seems to be my favo
Vincenzo Dante VolkovThe room was dimly lit, the air thick with smoke and the unshakable scent of betrayal. Power-hungry men sat around the table, their shadows stretching across the walls like predators circling prey."Are you accusing me of ordering the destruction of your properties and goods?" the President asked, his voice steady but his gaze sharp. I exhaled slowly, meeting his eyes with an unreadable expression."If you claim to have left the world of power, shouldn’t the loss of illegal weapons mean nothing to you?" he added, leaning back in his chair, his tone laced with challenge."Ah," I murmured, tilting my head slightly. "I see where this is going. But tread carefully… Don’t forget, I’m the reason—""You’re not the reason, Mr. Volkov," he snapped, cutting me off. "The reason I’m the President isn’t because of you or the power your family handed me. No, it’s because I chose this. I had the zeal, the drive, to become who I am!"I let a small, cold smile creep across my fac