VICTORIA WASHINGTON ; I watched the maid bow her head, her eyes downcast as she delivered the news. "I'm sorry, but you can't have breakfast once the time has passed. It's the law, and I can't go against it."Frustration bubbled inside me. "What kind of law is that?!" I exclaimed, feeling my anger rise. “Are you serious? Do you want me to die of hunger? What kind of person makes such a ridiculous rule?”I threw my hands up in disbelief, my voice echoing through the hallway. "Vincenzo!! Do you want me to starve? What kind of monster makes laws like this?!"The maid flinched at my outburst, looking even more nervous. I could see her trying to keep her composure, but I didn’t care. I was tired of this absurdity. How could anyone think it was acceptable to enforce such a stupid rule?"Do you have any idea how insane this is?" I continued, my frustration spilling over. "I'm not asking for a five-course meal, just something to eat! Is that too much to ask for?"The maid's silence only fuel
VINCENZO VOLKOV Who's your boss? Are you going to tell me, or should I find out myself?" I asked, holding the red-hot knife in my hand.The man shook his head, tears streaming down his face as he screamed. The knife burned his hand, blood splattering onto my face. I didn’t care.I grabbed his face and pulled him closer. With one quick slice, I cut off his ear. I made sure he saw it with his one good eye."Go to hell!" he spat through clenched teeth, sweat mixing with the blood on his body.I crouched in front of him, gripping his chin hard. "Who sent you to my warehouse?" My voice was calm, but the threat was clear.His swollen lips trembled, but he stayed silent. I pressed the tip of my knife into his leg, just enough to make him scream."Talk," I growled. "Was this your idea, or did your boss put you up to it?"He gasped for air but I didn’t let up. I grabbed his hair, pulling his head back. "Who. Is. Your. Boss?""Please… please… I-I can't—""You can’t? Or you won’t?" I slid the k
VICTORIA WASHINGTON I exhaled deeply, standing up and running my fingers through my hair. I couldn’t skip lunch—I hadn’t even had breakfast.No matter how hard I tried to calm myself, my heartbeat only quickened. I was terrified of what might happen next.If what Vincenzo said was true, I was in serious trouble—no, I was at a dead end. Once I returned from lunch, I would do some research on the Mafia and see if there was any connection to him or if he was just playing mind games with me.As I descended the stairs, I stared down the length of the dining room. Four maids bustled about in the corner, while five bodyguards stood watch, their presence both imposing and unsettling.I walked cautiously toward the dining table, careful not to trip or glance around—those men scared me to death.“Come sit,” Vincenzo said, tapping his lap. My lips parted slightly as I looked from him to his lap and back to his face.He couldn’t be serious, could he?I moved closer, shivering, praying this would
VINCENZO VOLKOV After lunch with Little Mouse, I returned to my office and began reviewing some documents. As I scanned through the reports, I discovered that my wine company had slipped behind the competition. It had only placed third at the International Grand Cru Awards, a prestigious event recognizing the finest wine producers globally. This wasn't where we belonged—third place wasn't enough.Tomorrow morning, I’ll be making a visit to the wine company before heading to Prime Estates. While I have several businesses under my belt, Prime Estates is the one I’m most passionate about. It’s not just another venture for me; it’s where I envision my legacy taking shape. I’m determined to pour my energy into making it a standout success.As I glanced at the wall clock, realization hit me: it was already past two. With a sigh, I shut down my laptop, set aside my writing materials, and left the office.The silence of the night enveloped me, and the cool breeze felt refreshing against my s
VICTORIA WASHINGTON;I can't believe I let myself become this kind of woman—opening my legs to some stranger, a complete psychopath.For the fact I actually felt good when he fingered me was crazy. He did me good and damnit, those eyes were so drawing. I wanted to ride him, to suck on his nipples and have him spank my ass.Stop it Victoria get a hold on yourself!!!..Argh!. As I sat there, eating my food, I kept blaming myself over and over again. Each sip of water felt like swallowing stones, heavy and painful."Miss, is there anything you need?" The maid's voice broke through my thoughts. I shook my head, barely looking up."No, nothing… Actually, do you ever get to leave this mansion?" I asked, my voice cold as I studied her face. She raised an eyebrow in surprise."Not at all, Young Miss. We're not allowed to leave," she replied, glancing nervously toward the security guards standing nearby."Are you scared?" I pressed. "What's your name?""Matilda," she whispered, taking a caut
VINCENZO VOLKOV;“What the hell is this?” I slammed the files onto the table, my voice dripping with anger. Nothing irritates me more than lazy workers riding on the back of my hard work.“Boss… that’s the sales report from last month,” he stammered, and I couldn’t help but smirk coldly.“Last month’s sales?” I leaned in, my tone rising. “Are you telling me we only sold ten thousand cartons of wine?” I half-shouted, grabbing something nearby and tossing it at him. I didn’t care what it was, not when this was the mess I had to deal with.“I’m sorry, Boss… please forgive me!” the pathetic excuse for a manager pleaded, trembling as he spoke. His whining only fueled my anger, making my blood boil.“You think 'sorry' is going to fix this?” I growled, flipping through the files, my eyes narrowing as I saw the gaps. “Where’s the rest of the income, huh? Where’s the money?” I demanded, my voice like thunder in the room.He stuttered, unable to look me in the eye. “I-I… I didn’t mean to, Boss.
Victoria Washington;“Argh!” I winced, pushing myself to keep running. Truth was, I had no idea where I was going. The streets were pitch dark, the cold night air biting into my skin. Every time I glanced back, I swore someone was there, lurking just beyond the shadows.The street lights flickered, one after another, only adding to the panic already tightening around my chest.“I need to call the cops,” I muttered, fumbling with my phone. My fingers were slick with sweat, shaking as I tried—and failed—to type in the right passcode. “Damn it! Come on, come on!” My voice was desperate, but my heart raced even faster.This can’t be happening. If I don’t get out of this estate soon, I know Vincenzo will send his guards after me. I couldn’t go back, not now.It had taken everything to get out—lying to the guards, pretending I just wanted some air before bolting the moment I saw an opening. I’d been running for what felt like forever, but I hadn’t even reached the damn gate ye
Victoria Washington;He spanked me again, this time harder, making me cry out, but instead of pulling away, his fingers found their way back inside me, filling me completely. His other hand snaked around my throat, squeezing just enough to make me gasp."Tell me, Little Mouse," he growled against my neck, his pace relentless now. "Do you want me to stop? Or should I keep fucking you until you're screaming for me?”His fingers plunged into me again, harder this time, making my knees buckle. The sensation was overwhelming, every thrust pushing me closer to a place I wasn’t sure I could handle. My body reacted on its own, hips rolling back against his hand, desperate for more even though I didn’t want to admit it."That's it, Little Mouse," he purred in my ear, his voice sending a shiver down my spine. "Your body knows what it wants, even if you don’t."He kept going, each stroke deliberate and deep, fingers curling inside me, hitting that spot that made my legs tremble. I tried
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