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Bride To Be... Sweeter than a cake
Mila I had only come out to have a glass of water but angry voices had stopped me short and then I had heard him. My golden panther had sounded lethal and cutting as he was saying, “—that makes her a part of my family.” My heart had stopped before restarting again. “Two days. And not more than that.” The older man with glassy blue eyes like the frozen lake had replied, “I am starting to think you were just trying to push the inevitable and you don’t have anything to back up your claim. So I am giving you two days and after that I’ll have these very men coming here and dragging her by her hair to me so I could right the wrong done so many years ago.” He turned around and tapped his cane with every step he walked out, leaving a frigid cold behind. Now as my protective golden God hugged me tight to himself, I felt my heart trembling as if it feared what
Bride To Be... Betrayal and humiliation
JonathanMy blood was rushing through my veins like I have been injected with multiple doses of drugs. And, it was all because of the woman sitting beside me and where I was taking her. Although I was armed and Lachlan was too, I was still unsettled to have her here. I looked at her, her face was in profile and she was biting down on her lower lip. Her fingers were tightly clutching mine and I could feel her anxiety as if my own.“Mila…” She startled at my voice and looked at me with her anxious hazel eyes. I cupped her cheek and said, “I won’t let them hurt you.” I was repeating my promise and she nodded like every time. “Just trust me, okay?”She placed her hand on mine and replied, “I do.”“Know that whatever I will do and say is to protect you. And please, don’t show t
Bride To Be... You hurt me
JonathanHer fingers were cold in my hand and she even tried to wrench them free but I wasn't ready to let go. I’d never let go even when her eyes look at me with hatred in them. “We are not going to live here.” I said, my eyes leveling on my father. It’d be a cold day in hell when I’d keep her in close proximity with my insane brother.“You will, if you want me to accept your story.” My father replied, his lips curled in a sneer.“YA ne sobirayus’ tebya slushat’. YA Pakhan. Ya otdayu prikazy.” I gritted out. I am not going to listen to you. I am the Pakhan. I give orders. My eyes went to the men sitting there and I said, “Gentlemen, please tell my father what it means to step down. He can't order me around.”“Apologies, Pakhan, but now it's your family matter a
Bride To Be... You don't have a choice
Jonathan “Where is he?” I questioned as I walked up to Lachlan. I had decided that talking to him outside the house, away from ears inside would be best considering the subject. “And what the fuck happened to you?” I questioned when I noticed a gash above his forehead, half hidden by his hair. “It’s what I get when I try to save someone’s arse.” I frowned at him. He sighed. “Like you said, your father and Olezka were already planning. And yes the photo he sent had him coming for her. But not the Sicilian they wanted.” “Of course not. That old bastard doesn’t care a whim about his daughter, for him she was just a monetary chip.” I gritted out. “Yeah, but her left behind fiance seems very much interested even after knowing that she’s under your protection.” Lachlan said, making me pause and the expression on his face didn’t bod
Bride To Be... I'll avenge you
Mila Past “Where are we going?” I asked as my father pushed me inside a car. “You remain silent and do as you are told.” He said and slammed the door on my face. I sat inside the car as he took the front seat beside his driver, Farokh. When my eyes met Farokh, he looked at me with pity which made me wary. I didn't understand what it was about but I was tenseand nervous about where my father was taking me. It had been too long since I stepped outside the house. I didn't have many friends to go out with like other girls my age seem to do, not that I had any chance to make them when I was home schooled under the straight guidance of the men that my father had kept to keep eyes over me. My only solace was Dante, my little brother. After a s
Bride To Be... Say it
JonathanRage still burned inside me and my chest ached for what she had been through. In the beginning her reluctance had made sense when she had fed me the story about her made up ex boyfriend who had abused her but now I understood her fear and the reason why she had been so afraid to give in to my demands. I wasn’t lying when I said that I will avenge her. I will. I will make those men pay for what they did to my little mouse.But right now I needed this. And I knew she needed this too after what she had to relive by telling me what had happened to her. Her father should be whipped and castrated before burned alive for what he had allowed to happen to his own daughter. I would die a hundred deaths before I would let any harm come to my daughter. The thought made me pause for a moment as I wondered what my daughter would look like. Will she have my eyes or Mila’s hazel one
Bride To Be... Enraged and Hurt
MilaI felt my heart finally slowing down as I caressed his sweat slicked back. His words still echoing in my ears after several long minutes. So long, that I was sure he was asleep on top of me. I smiled softly as he let out a quiet snore near my ear where his lips brushed my soft skin with his every breath confirming my guess.I pressed a kiss on his shoulder and whispered softly, “I love you more.”He was still wearing his shirt as he had been too busy making me squirm and scream with pleasure to stop for anything else. I pushed at his shoulder and bit down on my lower lip as his cock twitched inside me. I sucked in a breath as my walls fluttered in pleasure but paused as finally what just happened registered in my mind when I felt the wetness seeping out of me.With a grunt I pushed him off me, he rolled over and plopped down on
Bride To Be... He is waiting for you
MilaI hate it here, I thought to myself as I sat down on the sofa watching the stupid commercial on the tv.My perfect days had turned into nothing but something that I couldn’t endure anymore. I live in a picturesque house by the lake with a man that I love but I was not happy. I slept alone, if I could that was, and woke up alone without his strong arms or his tantalizing scent surrounding me. The breakfast and dinner were a sad affair with me and Sia sitting there and pushing our food around on the plate without any conversation to liven it as the fight between me and Jonathan was palpable in the air, and Sia knew not to ask about it.I hadn’t seen Jonathan much since that night three days ago and I was starting to think that he was purposely avoiding me, not that I was very keen to talk to him. But, damnit, I missed the fucking arsehole. He didn’t even give me a chance
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Bride To Be... Epilogue II
Epilogue II Four years later… Jonathan “What are you doing?” I questioned as my wife entered my home office and closed the door behind her. I was still angry at her for going out during the curfew with her friends but this woman wasn’t someone you could stay mad at. In the four years since we have been together I could write a book on the things she had made me angry for and on the other hand I can count it on three fingers for the times I had managed to keep up my anger and hold back from her for more than an hour. But yesterday was one of those few days which sent me to a point of no return. I glared at her as once again the cold fear gritted me when I had re
Bride To Be... Epilogue
Epilogue Seven months later… Capetown Mila I slid out of the bed, my hand going to my protruding belly where our son was currently playing football with my bladder. I patted softly as I muttered, “Stop it, little cub, mama is awake.” I looked across the room at the small digital clock and realized that it was four in the morning. Even before I woke up I knew Jonathan wasn't in the bed with me. In the last few months he had focused on me and in expanding his wine business as much as h
Bride To Be... Freedom
MilaI married into a family of lunatics, I just prayed and hoped to god that this lunacy doesn’t affect my baby.The moment Jasper walked inside the door I knew something was wrong and he confirmed it when he said that he was taking me to the airport. Why? Because my husband wanted me safe which includes keeping me away from him and sending me to a corner of the world where no one could find me. I was all for it until I had something to lose. And for me that was Jonathan and for my baby it’s father.So like a nice human being, I kindly asked Jasper to take me back to my husband but very unkindly he repeated my husband’s words to me, “I am sorry, Mrs Sokolov but he also said, ‘If she doesn’t obey, drug her’ and I really do not want to do it.”Because I am a really good p
Bride To Be... Feeling lost...
JonathanWhen I reached upstairs I found my brother standing in his bedroom. He asked without facing me, “Why did you keep all of this?”Emotions clogged my throat as I thought about all the years I spent cursing our fate. Wishing that it had been me instead of him. Praying that he would come back. And now looking at him, I couldn’t form words. Without saying anything, I closed the distance between us and hugged him from behind.There was a moment where he stood still and I doubted that he even breathed, before he turned around and hugged me properly. “I couldn’t seal it all away. I missed you every single day for twelve years, Jeremy. And I can’t explain it in words how happy I am that you are here.”He patted my back and when we parted I watched him blinking away his tears
Bride To Be... She forgave me...
JonathanThe funeral was a big fanfare. Not because all those people who attended my father’s funeral were his friends or respected him, only because they were showing their loyalty to the Sokolov family to not have any repercussions. The ruling family of the Russian mafia. And even then most of them weren’t here to bid goodbye to my dead father, no, they were here to see the man who had come back from the dead.They were here to speculate and show their surprise and their sympathy. Sympathy on how a father who mourned his son to his last breath didn’t get to see him alive. They blamed it on fate. But I say it was Karma. They were here to wonder how a man like Gerard Sokolov could die in his sleep. Because they didn’t know that he was killed, murdered by his own daughter in law.“Knyaz.”
Bride To Be... Like a f.cking phoenix
JeremiahI stood at the threshold of the room that was kept as a souvenir where I lost a part of me. A part that makes me hate my own reflection and a part that made me fill with deep seated bitterness that refused to leave me. Because of which now I could no longer look at my own reflection without feeling rage and disgust at what I see and when I see it only feel the need to cause mayhem.From what I had heard, my father kept it as a reminder to get revenge from the man who was responsible for his loss of a wife and his heir.But me... seeing this, all I wanted to do was to alight it once again so that I wouldn’t have to recall the heat I had felt, the blow to my head, the sender of betrayal that had consumed me, the blood that had seeped out of my mother from the bullet between her chest. Like me, she hadn’t expected that.
Bride To Be... Like a saviour
Mila I barged through the circle of men, pushing them aside, ignoring their curses and warnings. My feet came to a sudden halt and my stomach recoiled at what I saw. My husband was on his knees with his hands tied behind his back, with bruises marring his beautiful face. This beautiful, god like man was here, in this position because of me. For me. His stormy grey eyes darkened as they fell on me. “What the fuck are you doing here?” He gritted out from the corner of his mouth that was bleeding along with a gash near his eyebrow. “Jona—” Rough hands grabbed me from either side, held my arms in tight grip as they pulled me back, imprisoning me. “Don't touch her.” Jonathan growled. Then his head snapped to the side and he said, “I broke the rule. I killed my father, leave her out of this.” I was trying
Bride To Be... How are you Alive?
MilaI turned toJasper as Jonathan stepped out of the car, making my stomach squeeze painfully in dread. “What is he doing?” Instead of answering me, Jasper pulled the car from the curb and started to drive, his jaw clenching and unclenching as his fingers tightened on the steering wheel.“Oh... No...”I turned around at the horrified gasp from Sia. With my knees on the passenger seat I put my hand on the leather seat and turned around to look out through the rear window just in time to see how a group of men holding assault rifles circled around my husband and one of them punched him hard in the stomach.“Stop the fucking car!” I yelled at Jasper and tried to pull at his arm. My heart was screaming to get my husband back by my side.He easily shrugged
Bride To Be... I'm not going without you
Jonathan My brave, beautiful and stupid wife. God, how I wished to kiss her and throttle her at the same time. “Jasper, remember what I told you yesterday morning,” I said to Jasper, meeting his eyes in the rear-view mirror. He nodded silently. My wife was right, he would listen to her and do everything she says. But not if it meant putting her in harm's way and this new running away mission she was on would definitely get her killed and everyone in this car. “What?” Mila demanded. “What did you say to him?” When I didn’t give her an answer she turned to Jasper. “What did he tell you to do?” Jasper too remained silent but of course, my little mouse wasn’t one to stay quiet. If she wanted something she would get it done just like she made a fool of myself just so she could get on with her fanci
