Mila
I woke up late into the morning. For the first time there was no urgency of anything. When I got up, I had to shake the feeling of those grey eyes as I still felt like I was in the dream where he was standing just in front of me, looking down at me. It was the first time I was having this fascination with someone of opposite sex. I have experienced a few kisses here and there since I ran off from home but I didn’t feel this kind of magnetism for someone like I felt for him from just one look. But may be then, if I happen to kiss him like the other men I had in the past, my mind will instantly go to that dark horrible place, where the monsters were standing around me while the despicable and most horrendous of them touched me. And that was an end of my fantasy about that handsome stranger. I stood up from the mattress bed I was sleeping in, and made my way to the stairs. Jaha was already sitting behind the counter, he wished me good morning and asked, “Slept well?”I nodded. “Yeah. For the first time in years.”“There’s food and bathroom and tv, whatever you need.” He said, gesturing behind me at the door to his house.Jaha's house was simple and cosy with a very warm look to it. The bathroom was just near the entrance and further into the apartment there was small area with a couch, a love seat and a small coffee table with a tv on the far wall and on either side of that wall were two doors. When I peeked through one of them, I found it was a kitchen and I automatically deemed the other one as his bedroom. I decided to do as he had suggested and the prospect of a shower was appealing, so was the thought of breakfast. By the time I came out of his apartment with the last of my bagel in one hand, I was feeling human and chipper, almost.“What are you upto now?” I heard Jaha speaking to someone in Russian.And then another, feminine voice replied, “What does it look like…”When I stepped from behind the row of shelves, I saw her, may be nineteen or twenty, but she looked even younger than that. “I wanted to go, I promise, but I heard the rumors. They say he is the devil.”Jaha scoffed. “Try something different, Milly. The last time you used the same excuse, in those same words.”She made a hum and then said, “What about the fact that he's so handsome and beautiful and sexy…” She trailed off on a sigh.Jaha made an irritated sound. “That's not an excuse.” He said, sounding exasperated.“Oh, but it is..” The girl stood up and then I saw the boxes, she was unpacking. New clothes for the store. And jewelleries. My eyes went to her as she said, “What if I fell in love with him and come home being pregnant. Then you’d have to save just not only me from my parents but the little malysh too.”My brows arched up, my eyes went to Jaha, who was trying hard not to smile. Then, he shook his head and pointed at the box she was unpacking. “What do you have there?”I stepped closer to the pair and they both turned to look at me. Jaha instantly smiled up at me. “I see you’re settling in.” He pointed at the forgotten piece of bagel in my hand. “Oh, yeah. Thank you.” I quickly finished it and turned to the girl.Jaha introduced us to each other. “This is Lexa. And Lexa, this is Mila. My new tenant.”“Hmm… “ She hummed and then stepped closer, circled around me then held out her hand. “Hi… And I’m not just Lexa, I’m his darling. Don’t try to take my place and we are good.”I smiled and shook her hand. “No problem. “I turned to Jaha and said, “I am going to find a job for myself. Do you have any advice or suggestions?”He looked at me for a long time and then turned to Lexa. “Milly, if you’re not going to that job… Is there any chance that she can have it?”Lexa pursed her lips and then bent down to pick up her purse. She fished out two cards from it and gave it to me. “One is to enter the building and another is your proof that you came from the agency that hired me… that will be you..”I was a little hesitant to take the cards from her. “Won’t they recognise me?”She tsked and shook her head. “I got the job, my interview was done yesterday. Today was my first day and there’s separate parking space and café and elevators for everyone that works on the top level as same as the boss.”“I don’t know… what if they know I’m an imposter.” She shrugged. “Suit yourself. You’d have to just walk into the elevator, which would dump you on the top floor and then slave for nine hours for the devil and then come home.”I swàllowed. It appeared too good to be true. I looked at Jaha, for some reason, I felt the need to have his reassurances. “I don’t think there’s any harm to it.”“What if I can’t do the job, and I’m not qualified enough?” “There is nothing to know. As I said, you just have to be there to follow his orders, he’ll let you know what he wants done.” She looked at Jaha as she said, “All the assistants that agency hired for him, came running back in days, they complain about how much he orders them around like they are their slaves. And it’s not even about their knowledge or meetings, it’s more about the number of coffees he orders and the way he orders them.”“I am sure Mila can handle a demanding man, won’t you, Mila?”“I hope so, it’s ten thousand roubles a month.” Lexa replied off handedly.“Kakiye?” “What?!”Jaha and I exclaimed at her announcement.“He increases the salary every time someone walks out.”“I’ll do it.” How much demanding a man can be? Not more than an Italian capo to his daughter, and if I could handle that then I’d handle him too.Lexa smiled widely. “Good.” She took my hand and placed the cards in it. And then looking at her wrist watch she said, “Oops, you’re going to be late. You start at ten because it’s your first day and from tomorrow it’s eight o’ clock.”I looked at the clock on the wall, it was already half past nine. “I have to be there in half an hour!?” I questioned. She nodded her head, unapologetically. I frowned.Jaha made a soft groan and then took her hand and pushed her toward me. “Help your new friend in getting ready for her new job, tell her everything you know and select whatever she should wear…”Her body collided with mine. I didn’t like that I needed someone’s help. But it was that or I would be running around like a headless chicken. Lexa turned to Jaha and said, “Who said she is my friend!”Jaha replied, “I did. Now off with you two.”She turned to me. “I am doing this because I love him. He’s my only true love.”“Totally noted.” I said.To Be Continued...
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Mila Surprisingly, Lexa didn’t just help me in selecting the outfit, she also hired a cab and accompanied me to the office building where I was supposed to work in her place. Now as I stood in front of the elevator looking at my reflection in the squeaky, clean steel doors, I cursed that homeless man and rain for ruining my blonde wig. It felt odd without a wig on my head. But I still looked different. When Lexa had suggested to curl my hair, I had denied her offer and tucked my hair into a tight bun, leaving a few strands strategically arranged around my face. Then, I had taken a coat that was a size too big to keep my figure hidden from other eyes as she had really done a good job of dressing me up but I didn’t want the attention. I had always hated the attention. And all the while when I had done something to hide beneath makeup, she had looked at me in an odd way and I wondered if she thought that I was crazy. But I couldn’t risk being found out
Mila From— Miss Clinton Subject— My arsehôle boss Date— 22 April 2019, 14:35 To— Lexa Clinton Fine. You were right. He is an arsehôle and I do want to quit. Your friend Mila .
Jonathan I clenched my fingers around the fork as another low gasp escaped the poor girl standing to my left by my brother's side. His hand was wrapped around her waist and from here I could see how tight he was gripping her. And the look on his face told me he was doing it intentionally.“Jonathan.” My gaze went to my father’s, even though he looked better than the last time, I didn't like the cold glint that shimmered in his eyes.“Yes, father.”“We have decided to cast a vote.” I stilled at his words because I knew what was he going to say next. “Lez has showed far more interest in the family than you, and it's time that he step up for the family if you won’t.”“He's the youngest.” I said, ignoring the subtle way my brother shifted.My father's eyes honed on me. “Will you then finally step up?”“Its not my place either.” I replied, barely controlling myself from upending the whole table and put an end to this dinner. Because lik
Mila I woke up at my usual time to get ready for office but laid there wondering if I should get up. I was a little bit apprehensive about going back to the office and face my boss, and after yesterday there was that nagging feeling that something was about to happen. I had escaped my family and until now I had cocooned myself in a belief where everything was perfect, but yesterday I came face to face with another face of the same coin. Russian mob. If they get to know who I was… Then my family would be last of my problem. God knows what will happen to me. My mind wandered to different scenarios of me being tortured in the hands of Russian mob and especially that vile man I had faced back in the café and how he had treated that poor girl.Not wanting to dwell on those maudlin thoughts I finally left the bed and descended the stairs. As soon as my foot touched the cold hardwood floor, Jaha’s voice had me jerking back as he came to stand beside
Mila I walked to the sofa and sat down beside him. I started with unbuttoning his shirt, deciding to appease my conscience which wanted to make sure that he was okay. My eyes ping ponged from his closed ones to where my fingers worked his shirt open. So bold, Carmella. If only your father knew… he’d flay you open. I hadn’t given much thought before what I was going to do but now as inch by inch his chest came into view, a strange thrill took hold of me. Part of me wanted to revel in the fact that there was no more reason to be afraid of my father and another part the one that was fascinated with my boss… that part carried on. My fingers trembled and my hands faltered. I had started because there were many smudges of blood on his shirt so I wanted to patch him up but now… Now, as my eyes dropped to the widening V of his shirt which revealed the wide expanse of his chest, sparsely smattered with small hair. All I wanted t
Mila “Okay, sir, I’ll do it….” I muttered under my breath as I marched towards the bathroom. I didn't want to prepare a tub for him to take a bath in, all I wanted to do was to tell him to fill his own goddamn bathtub by himself.By the time I flipped the knobs and water started to pour into the gorgeous looking tub, I wasn’t just furious I was livid. And the fact that I hadn’t had this type of luxury in two years was making me resentful. Unable to help myself, I crouched down and dipped my fingers into the water, liking the way it’s warmth lapped at my hand.“Testing the waters, Miss Clinton?” The husky, deep voice has me jumping to my feet.I turned around and froze. My mouth fell open as my eyes feasted on him, only to let out a gasp and squeak out, “What are you doing!?” I turned around but his image was seared in to my brain and all I could see was him standing behind me with his pants halfway to his calves and tha
Mila When the clock struck six o’clock in the evening I was half afraid that the sky would open up and God himself would peer down at me to lend me some best of luck. But nothing like that happened, neither did the floor split apart to swallow me up as I prayed. What really happened was the phone on my desk ringing, making me jump in my chair and when I picked it up, his cold authoritative, filled with irritation voice snapped into my ear. “Its already four minutes past six, Miss Clinton, why aren’t you downstairs already.” “Downstairs?” I questioned. “In the parking lot. I don’t entertain stupid questio
Mila I tapped my foot against the pavement as I waited outside for him to come out. He didn’t give me a chance to refuse as he ordered me out and told me that he’d drop me home before he walked in the direction of the kitchen. I was sure that any other woman in my place would be happy to not walk miles to the station and instead have a chance to ride in a car with a man as beautiful as my boss. But I wasn’t any other woman, I didn’t want him to know more about me than was necessary. The door opened, the sound of the bell trickling outside. Without a word, he strode toward me and opened the door and gestured for me to slid inside. I didn’t. “I don’t want to bother you, sir, I’ll manage on my own.” He turned his head toward me, in that slow motion that hunters use so not to disturb their prey. “
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
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
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
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
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.”
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.
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
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
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