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BLOODSTAINED HEARTS CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
ALEXEII waited patiently, giving her the time she needed to gather her thoughts. "After Mom died, I was first taken to an orphanage, and I was there for about a year before I was adopted," Zoey began, her voice carrying the scars of her memories."They were good people until they were not. Their daughter never liked me, so she turned her parents' hearts against me." Her eyes, clouded with sadness, mirrored the pain she had endured.I held her hands gently, a silent gesture of support as she ventured into the depths of her past. The pain etched on her face made it clear that these were wounds that time hadn't fully healed."They totally changed towards me overnight, and they became bad people until they eventually became tired of me, and then I went to the next foster home." Her gaze became distant, as if she were reliving those moments.As Zoey continued, the layers of her tumultuous journey unfolded before me. "They were even worse than the previous ones. It was as if they needed a
BLOODSTAINED HEARTS CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
ZOEYI never intended to spill my secrets to him, but the circumstances we were in forced me to spill everything.The words just kept pouring out of me, a part of myself I had hidden away for so long now laid bare."I killed a man. I am a fucking murderer," I confessed, the weight of that truth hanging heavy in the air."You are not a murderer, Zoey," Alexei's voice cut through my self-condemnation.I turned to him, surprised that I had spoken those words aloud. I shook my head bitterly. "I am, Alexei. I kept on stabbing him, and the funny thing is, I did not regret it. I am a fucking psycho," I laughed bitterly, the sound echoing in the small room.He gently turned me to face him, his hands holding my face. "You are not a psycho. If you hadn't done what you did, he would have raped you and probably killed you. So you defended yourself," he reassured me.I hiccuped, the emotions swirling within me. "I ran away.
BLOODSTAINED HEARTS CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
ZOEYI woke up the next morning feeling an unusual sense of calmness. It had been a long time since I had slept so peacefully.Turning to the other side of the bed, I noticed Alexei wasn't there. I scanned the room, but there was no sign of him. The warmth on his side of the bed suggested he had only just gotten up.After brushing my teeth in the bathroom, I realized my clothes were still dirty. Opting for one of his shirts, I found it large on me, with sleeves that were too long. I folded it and went in search of Alexei.The aroma of something delicious led me to the kitchen. There he was, shirtless and cooking. My heart raced at the sight of him. I stood in the doorway, captivated by the sheer presence of this man.Tattoos adorned his left hand and extended to his back. It was a breathtaking sight, and for a moment, I just couldn't look away.I mustered the courage to step into the kitchen, unable to resist the magnetic pu
BLOODSTAINED HEARTS CHAPTER SIXTY
ZOEYThe morning light streamed into the room as I woke up, groaning against its brightness. As I turned to the side, the empty space beside me hinted that Alexei was not there for the second time today.A smile tugged at my lips as the memories of the early morning flooded my mind – it was undoubtedly intense.Feeling a pleasant soreness between my legs, I couldn't help but smile again. A long, soothing bath worked its magic, and I slipped into another one of Alexei's shirts, reveling in the comfortable embrace of his oversized clothing. As I stepped into the kitchen, the sight of him, shirtless and at ease, brought another smile to my lips.Taking a moment to appreciate the view, I couldn't resist wrapping my arms around his back, feeling the contours of his muscular frame. He turned slightly, his lips finding the bridge of my nose in a tender kiss that sent my heart racing."Hey," I greeted, my voice a soft murmur."Hey," he replied, a smirk dancing on his lips, and I couldn't help
BLOODSTAINED HEARTS CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
ALEXEIWe spent a few more days in the penthouse, a brief break from the tumultuous reality that awaited us. I found solace in the quiet moments with Zoey, her calm presence a balm for the chaos in my world. Yet, I knew we couldn't linger forever, and there were pressing matters that demanded attention – Ivan being a looming threat that needed to be extinguished.Right now Zoey sat quietly beside me in the car, appearing serene and at peace. However, I couldn't shake the nagging worry that once we returned to the estate, the harsh reality might cast its shadows over her again. I was determined to be her anchor, shielding her from the darkness that Mikhail had brought into her life.Mikhail's actions wouldn't go unpunished. He had eluded my grasp thus far, but the next encounter would mark the end of his malevolence.As we approached the estate, I sensed the shift in the atmosphere. The protective cocoon of the penthouse dissolved, giving way to the familiar surroundings of our home.
BLOODSTAINED HEARTS CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
ALEXEIBetrayal is like a punch to the gut. It's the sinking feeling when someone you trust turns their back. It leaves scars, not just on the surface but deep within.It's a storm that rages in your heart, tearing apart the foundation of trust. You question everything, every shared laugh and secret. The pain lingers, a constant reminder of deception.Betrayal is a bitter cocktail of anger, disappointment, and heartache. It's realizing that someone you thought was a friend was playing a dangerous game, ready to sacrifice your bond for their gain.The emotional toll is immense. It breeds skepticism and an unwillingness to open up, creating walls to protect the heart. Every relationship becomes tinged with caution, as the fear of betrayal lingers in the shadows.Yet, in the aftermath, it breeds strength. It's a harsh teacher, urging you to be vigilant and resilient. Betrayal reveals true character, and from its ashes, you rise, stron
BLOODSTAINED HEARTS CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
ALEXEII sat motionless, my mind reeling from the revelation. For a very long time, I haven't allowed myself to think about my father.He was somebody that I despised. His cruelty knew no bounds. He was cruel even to his own family, so what stopped him from being cruel to those he was supposed to lead?I found myself transported back to the darkest corridors of my past. My father, a man whose cruelty knew no bounds, haunted my memories like a relentless specter.He was a tyrant, ruling our family with an iron fist and inflicting pain without remorse.I remembered the day he took my mother's life, the look of terror etched on her face as she pleaded for mercy that never came. She was the only light in our shadowed existence, the one who shielded us from the worst of his wrath. But even her love couldn't protect us from his brutality.My brother Kirill and I were his favorite targets, subjected to endless humiliation and degra
BLOODSTAINED HEARTS CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
ZOEYThe whole day felt like a whirlwind. Yelena stuck by me, acting like a shield, making sure I ate and rested. As I poured out the entire story to Yelena, I could see the shock on her face when she learned about my connection to Mikhail Volkov. I even found myself saying sorry for Mikhail's actions.Yelena, with her tough exterior, reassured me, "Zoey, none of this is on you. It all went down before you even knew who your real family was." I sighed, unable to shake off the guilt. "Won't you remember what Mikhail did to your family when you look at me?" I asked her the same question I asked Alexei.She shot me a glare, her response firm, "Why would I want to think about that asshole when I look at you?" Her words were a comforting balm, but my guilt lingered. I tried to explain, "He's my so-called grandfather, and he..." She cut me off with a no-nonsense tone, "I don't give a fuck. Stop beating yourself up, okay?" Her hand patted mine, and I managed a weak smile. Yelena's streng
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BLOODSTAINED HEARTS CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT
ALEXEIThe drive to the warehouse was tense, the weight of the situation pressing down on us. Yelena, Yaz, and I were focused, each lost in our thoughts.The plan was simple – storm the warehouse, neutralize Mikhail and his men, and bring Zoey back unharmed.As we approached the warehouse, I couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline. The familiar sights of the criminal underworld surrounded us – dimly lit alleys, shadowy figures, and the distant sounds of the city at night.Yaz parked the car at a discreet distance. "We're here. Let's go over the plan one more time."I nodded, taking a deep breath. "We need to catch them off guard. Yaz, lead our men to the back entrance. Yelena, you and I will go through the front. We'll converge on Mikhail and Zoey from both sides."Yelena gripped the weapon at her side, her eyes fierce. "We've got this, Alexei. Let's bring Zoey home."As we moved into position,
BLOODSTAINED HEARTS CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN
ALEXEII stood there, staring Mikhail down. This guy had caused so much havoc in our lives. He took my brother from me, tried to harm Zoey and me countless times, messed with my businesses, and now he had the nerve to demand my Bratva.It was a sick joke.There's no way I'm handing over my Bratva to him, no matter what he thinks.But then Zoey yelled, and my blood ran cold. "Don't do it, Alexei. He has Yelena."Yelena? What had that bastard done now?Before I could react, Mikhail slapped Zoey across the face, and I felt fury boil inside me."How dare you hit her?" I roared, ready to tear him apart. But then he grabbed Zoey and pointed his gun at her head."Take one step, and she's gone," he sneered, his gaze daring me to defy him.He ordered his scar-faced henchman to go after Yelena, and I felt a surge of panic.Yaz's voice came through the earpiece, "Don't worry, Alexei, I'll follow him and get
BLOODSTAINED HEARTS CHAPTER EIGHTY-SIX
ZOEYI sat there in the cold basement, wondering where Alexei was. He had gone after Mikhail, so I assumed he didn't know Yelena and I were kidnapped.I was so thirsty and hungry, and the cold in the basement was making it worse. Yelena and I huddled together for warmth in the chilly space, but it wasn't enough to ease the discomfort.Yelena, her face full of concern, asked, "Are you okay, Zoey?"I nodded, trying to downplay the discomfort. "I am fine.""Are you sure?" She pressed.I sighed. "Just hungry, that's all." Hunger was gnawing at my insides.Suddenly, Yelena shot up and marched angrily to the door. She started banging on it loudly, yelling for whoever was responsible to let us out. "Hey! Get us the fuck out of here, assholes."Yelena's outburst startled me, and I watched as she unleashed her frustration on the door, demanding answers.I sat on the floor, too exhausted to join Yelena in her futi
BLOODSTAINED HEARTS CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE
ZOEYOne moment, I'm alone in Alexei's office, and the next, someone covers my nose with a wet cloth. The next thing I know, I wake up in a creepy basement.And guess who's behind this delightful surprise? Yep, my dear old grandfather, Mikhail. It's amazing how family can turn into your worst nightmare.This time, though, I'm not just scared; I'm downright terrified. There's a tiny human growing inside me, and I'll be damned if I let anything happen to my baby. No way am I letting my own blood pose a threat to my child.I'm ready to fight tooth and nail to protect my little one. Bring it on, Mikhail. You have no idea the mama bear you've just awakened.I scanned the dimly lit basement, my eyes adjusting to the gloom. The air was thick with tension, and I could feel the weight of the situation sinking in. It wasn't just me anymore; I had a life inside me, depending on me. My child. I couldn't afford to lose my composure.
BLOODSTAINED HEARTS CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOUR
ALEXEIThe room was dimly lit, the air thick with tension as Mikhail's piercing gaze met mine. The moment felt suspended in time, the weight of our shared history palpable in the charged atmosphere.I took a step forward, my eyes never leaving Mikhail's. "You didn't think I'd come knocking, did you?"Mikhail chuckled, a sardonic smile playing on his lips. "Alexei, my old friend, I must admit, this is unexpected. What brings you to my humble abode?"I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at his feigned innocence. "Cut the act, Mikhail. We both know the game we've been playing."He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. "Game? This is no game, Alexei. It's survival. And in this world, only the strong survive."I scoffed at his pseudo-philosophical posturing. "Survival doesn't justify the lives you've ruined, the chaos you've sown. You've crossed too many lines, Mikhail."His eyes narrowed, a flicker of irritation
BLOODSTAINED HEARTS CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE
ALEXEIThe concealed entrance opened into a dimly lit corridor, and we moved swiftly, our senses heightened. I led the way, flanked by Viktor and Yaz. The echoes of Viktor's team creating chaos outside served as our cover.The corridor branched into narrow hallways, and Pavel navigated with confidence, guiding us deeper into Mikhail's stronghold. The air was thick with tension as we approached the heart of the operation.The first sign of resistance came in the form of a couple of guards patrolling a corridor. Viktor's team had drawn them away, but we needed to neutralize any stragglers.With a subtle hand signal, Viktor and Yaz dispatched the guards efficiently, ensuring minimal noise. As we moved forward, the scent of musty air mixed with the acrid tang of industrial chemicals filled our nostrils.Pavel directed us through a series of winding passages until we reached a door that seemed inconspicuous but held the pr
BLOODSTAINED HEARTS CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO
ALEXEIThe pre-dawn darkness hung heavy in the air as I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Zoey. A soft kiss on her forehead was my silent goodbye before I dressed in the attire of my trade – all black, from head to toe. The weight of the leather jacket felt familiar, a shield against the impending storm.I made my way to the office where Viktor and Yaz were already waiting, the air thick with anticipation. I could see Viktor, ever the showman, flexing his muscles."You sure you're up for this, Viktor?" I asked with a smirk.He grinned back, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Born ready, boss. Ready to kick some ass."Yaz chuckled at Viktor's bravado. "Let's hope those muscles are as ready as you claim."We headed to the garage where our men were gathered, a sea of faces that mirrored a mix of determination and uncertainty. As their leader, it was my responsibility to address them, to give them purpose and instill
