MilaI sat in the bedroom while Jonathan was downstairs with the men, no doubt feeling like a man who had accomplished everything he wanted but here I was.... Not much happy about the thing he was happy for.I pressed my palm on my still flat stomach, my throat tight with what was to come. “I am sorry, bambino.” I whispered softly, “But I promise I will do everything to make it alright.”My fingers shook as I skipped my hand under the pillow, bringing out the small vial that my brother had gifted me. I didn’t have any idea what it was, the only clue my little brother had given me was a piece of paper with two words on it. Your freedom.Now as I sat there I couldn't help but think the worst and knowing Dante, he would probably do anything to get me out of here. He didn't care that Jonath
Mila I sat amidst the men with all of them talking except Jonathan’s father who was glaring at me. He was probably disappointed that now he’d have to take a long road to have me killed or now he’d have to go through his son instead of just being done with it by calling Jonathan a liar for saying that I was pregnant when I hadn’t been. And now he couldn’t change the positive result but I was sure he will still do something about it. About his revenge and the hatred he had for my last name. It didn’t matter to him that for all that matters my last name has now been changed. The hatred like his doesn’t go away. And he was going to do something about it. It was there on his face that he was sending my way throughout the evening. I watched as he turned away and walked toward the corner of the room where two men stood in their black uniforms, armed t
Mila“Hey...” Jonathan walked up to me, sliding a protective arm around me and tugging me closer into his body. He questioned, “You okay?”“Yeah.” I answered as I nodded up at him. “Everything is just so... overwhelming.” I shrugged, my nerves overwrought. I admitted, “It feels like everything is happening so fast.” It hasn't been three months and everything has changed. From running away from my father and the wedding I didn’t want, to getting married to the love of my life against my wishes.I had never thought that something like that would happen but it did. And now the worst part was, I had become the person I hated. I had started to use the kindness and love of people against them.He cupped my cheek with his other hand and brushed a kiss on the tip of my nose. “Ev
JonathanSomething was bothering my little mouse and I have no idea what. Unlike all the other times this time I couldn’t tell what was going on inside that mind of hers. She was unusually quiet and even her smiles were strained. And I didn’t like that. I hated to see even a strain on her delicate brow.I looked at the closed bathroom door wondering what to do. May be I should take her out. We should go somewhere for our honeymoon, away from my family and definitely send her brother back where he belonged. I don’t know why but I think his presence was only giving her more tension, maybe he was far away then she would relax a bit and not worry about him dying at the hands of my brother or someone else here.I unbuttoned my shirt and threw it on the chair near the fireplace as I decided that it had been more than en
Mila“Are you sure?” Jasper asked for the third time.I nodded my head. “Yes. And I have a debt to pay.” I squeezed his hand. “And I am sure you will be back quickly.”The door opened, and my eyes met a familiar set of kind eyes. “Mila?” Jaha questioned, his surprise clear on his face.“Oh, Jaha!” I hugged him tightly.“I thought— What happened?” He fell into russian as his voice grew scared as he asked, “Ty v poryadke? Ty v opasnosti?” Are you alright? Are you in danger?I grabbed his old age wrinkled hands and said, “No, I am fine for the moment. I need to stay here for just an hour. If you will—”“Of course.” He pulled me inside but as he made to shut the doo
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
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
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
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