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DANGEROUS HUSBANDS, BROKEN WIFES Chapter 130
[NADIA]Splash!The cold water feels like a slap to my face, and I flinch as my head whips up to face the attacker. My hair sticks to the sides of my face, and I can barely make out anything because my vision is so blurry.I was drunk earlier, but now the alcohol in my system has turned into panic, and it’s kicking into full gear.“What…what do you want?” My voice comes out scratchy, and I try so hard to see their faces. But nothing. I see nothing. Icy water clings to my lashes, quickly turning into ice on my face, and I let out a cry as a big, meaty hand slaps me so hard across the cheek, the pain vibrates through my entire skull and down my spine.“This is what you get for being such a pain in the ass!” Another splash of ice water, and I shiver badly. They have taken off my coat, my clothes, my socks, and gloves. I’m only in my undergarments now. Initially, I was worried they were going to do something horrible to me. But it’s been fifteen minutes, and all they have done is waterboar
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[NADIA]Tears roll down my face because I don’t know what else to do.Never in my life have I felt so helpless.When I was little and our parents passed away, my brother was my biggest hope.When our uncle kicked us out, tired of feeding two extra mouths, my brother was still my only hope. No matter what happened, Anatoly was there, taking care of me, protecting me. And he took it seriously, always busting his ass to keep a roof over our heads and food on our table.I knew from the start that my brother didn’t make money by doing anything legal. He did whatever shady shit he had to do, working for people who didn’t care if he came back alive or not. And he didn’t bother hiding the scars and wounds either. In the middle of the night, he’d stumble home, drunk and bleeding, rummaging for first aid in the bathroom, knocking things over, and cursing loud enough to wake me up.I’d pretend to be asleep, but I’d hear everything. The groans, the muttered curses, the sounds of him trying to pat
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[NADIA]Ten minutes later, I find myself in a cage, locked and left to be picked up when it’s my turn to be sold. I sit in the corner, hugging my knees close to my chest, hoping against hope that someone will come to save me. But I’m not sure if there’s anyone left who gives a damn if I live or die.I would like to think Dimitri would care, but then I remember the wild goose chase I sent him on and decide it’s useless. Even if he managed to solve the mystery I left behind, he would never know what happened to me afterward. He wouldn’t know that I was picked up by the very men he had been trying to protect me from. He would never know how much I wish he were here. Just once.The low murmur of voices and clinking of glasses from the auction room beyond the cage reaches me, blending into a background hum. I try to focus on the sounds, s
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[NADIA]Panic erupts as the man crumples to the floor, blood pooling around him. The crowd scatters, shouting and shoving, trying to get out of the line of fire. The room turns into a chaotic frenzy.The mystery man steps forward, calm and composed amidst the chaos. Now that the lights are on, there’s no mystery about the mystery man. I have seen him. Known him. Touched him. And the fact that he’s here despite everything I did to get away from him makes me want to curl into myself.If he’s here to save me, then I don’t deserve this saving.Time and again he told me I was in danger, that it wasn’t safe for me to leave his protection, but I didn’t believe him. Not even once. I convinced myself it was all about him, about what he wanted, about what he expected of me, but maybe not everything he said was a lie. Maybe not everything was about him and him only. Maybe there was a part that was about me too.
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[NADIA]The drive to wherever he’s taking me is long and silent. Neither of us says a word. Neither of us tries to fill the dark, heavy silence settled between us. If this were some other circumstance, I would have said something to get his attention, to piss him off, or simply to fill the silence because, let me admit it for the first time, I love hearing his voice. It’s the right amount of deep and soothing, enough to put my mind at ease even though I should be terrified of his presence so close to me. But nothing comes out of my mouth because I don’t know what more there is to say.I’m not exactly sorry for trying to break out of his prison, but I’m not grateful for how everything turned out either. I think we both need to take equal responsibility for this. If I was stupid, ignorant, and stubborn, he wasn’t any less so. If only he had been a little reasonable about things, about me, about us, maybe I wouldn&rsquo
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[DIMITRI]The room is quiet except for her breathing. I can still hear the echoes of gunfire, feel the weight of the bodies I had to step over to get her out. The chaos from earlier seems like a distant memory now, overshadowed by the woman sitting on the bed, her eyes wide and scared.She’s asked me to stay, to hold her. If I’m honest with myself, I’m not sure what to do with that. I’ve killed for her, crossed lines I swore I’d never cross for anyone other than my boss, all because she’s different. She’s not just another job, not just another task handed down by the Bratva. She’s Nadia. And she’s managed to wedge herself into places in my mind I didn’t think existed.I sit down on the edge of the bed and pull her to me, her body fitting perfectly against mine. She’
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[NADIA]When I wake up the next morning, I feel absolutely the worst.My body feels like it’s been set on fire and every single muscle hurts like hell. I can’t help but groan when I try to turn to position myself better on the mattress, but even a small movement like curling my fingers causes my entire body to declare war against me.“Shit!” I gasp, hugging myself as tightly as I can as a jolt of shudder passes through me. I cry. “What’s wrong with me?”A cold hand rests against my forehead, but the touch is so comforting, so caring, I find myself inching toward it, wanting more of it. “Please!”“You’re burning up,” I hear the familiar voice of Dimitri hissing close to my face, and before I can open my mouth to say something—anything at al
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[DIMITRI]The rest of the drive back home is a blur.My sole focus is getting Nadia to a bed where I know she’ll be much more comfortable. She drifts in and out of sleep on the way to Moscow, her body burning up with fever.When Igor finally pulls the car over, I haul Nadia into the apartment. She’s so out of it she can barely open her eyes, let alone say anything. I strip her down, wipe her off with a washcloth, and dress her in one of my cotton shirts that practically swallows her whole. Finally, I lay her on my bed—the place she was meant to be since the first night she walked into my life.I feel fucking useless right now. My body is shaking with frustration. My hands ball into fists, and I have to fight the urge to punch the nearest wall. I’ve never felt this powerless in my life. I’ve always been in cont
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After our fourth round of pure, wild sex, I have nothing left in me. Every ounce of energy drained, I barely manage to pull the sheets over myself before sleep claims me.When I wake hours later, the room is dim, the soft glow of my bedside lamp casting long shadows on the walls. My body feels heavy, sore in the best way possible.And then I see him.Dimitri—freshly showered, fully dressed—sitting at my study desk, casually flipping through my books like he owns the place. Like he hasn’t just spent hours wrecking me.I prop myself up on one elbow, my voice hoarse from sleep. “Seriously? You had time to shower and invade my personal space?”He doesn’t even look up. Just smirks as he turns another page. “You were dead to the world, milaya.” His fingers trace the edge of a textbook. “Figured I’d entertain myself.”I groan, burying my face in the pillow. “You’re insufferable.”He chuckles, low and rich. “And yet, you keep letting me in.”That’s actually true.I shake my head and pull myse
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[NADIA]“You’re here?” I say into the phone, clutching my books tightly to my chest as I glance around. “Where?”“Outside. Meet me when you’re done with your classes.”A wide grin spreads across my face, excitement bubbling inside me. “Oh, I’m done. And even if I wasn’t, I’d still run to you.”Dimitri chuckles—that deep, rich sound that always makes my skin ripple with want. “Can’t wait to see you. Come soon.”The call ends, and I quickly excuse myself from two classmates who wanted to discuss something about today’s lecture. Rushing down the corridor, I nearly bump into a few students, barely dodging them in my hurry. Thank God no one gets hurt as I half-run, half-speed-walk through the massive glass doors.And then I see him.Dimitri stands outside, leaning casually against his car, dressed in a dark suit that only makes him look more devastatingly handsome. His brown hair is styled just right, accentuating the sharp planes of his face, and those piercing dark eyes are locked onto m
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The Ivan I know is strong. Unshakable. Even in the worst situations, he carries himself with a quiet, effortless confidence that makes you believe nothing could ever touch him.But the man lying in this hospital bed, surrounded by beeping machines and the sterile scent of antiseptic, looks nothing like that.His skin is pale, almost sickly under the fluorescent lights. His face, usually so sharp and alive, is slack, lips slightly parted as if he’s lost in a sleep too deep to wake from. Bandages wrap around his head, a stark contrast against his dark hair, and an IV snakes into his arm, keeping him tethered to life.A terrible, suffocating weight presses down on my chest.This is wrong.Ivan doesn’t belong here. He belongs anywhere but here.For a moment, I just stand there, with my back pressed tightly against the door, like it’s the only thing keeping me upright. My pulse thunders in my ears, and I force myself to take a step forward. One. Then another.I don’t know what I expect whe
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[ANASTASIA]Ever since I woke up after the incident, I have been dying to see Ivan.But now that I’m standing outside his room—where supposedly he had been admitted—, I can’t muster up the courage to push open the damn door.I’m nervous. Terrified. And most of all, unsure.I don’t know if I’m ready to see what lies behind this door.I don’t know if I’m ready to bear the truth either.What if Lena wasn’t exaggerating?What if Ivan is….No! No no no no no. I can’t think of the worst now. I can’t break myself just by imagining what might not be waiting on the other side.I sigh. Swallow. And lick my lips.“What’s wrong?” Lena asks, whom I conveniently forgot for some reason.She stands behind me, probably waiting for me to just rush in.But how am I supposed to explain this hesitation now that I’m actually close to the truth? How am I supposed to explain that I have second thoughts for unknown yet obvious reasons?“I don’t know,” I sigh, wiping the sweat off my forehead, even though it’s
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[ANASTASIA]The next time I open my eyes, I’m not alone.Lena sits next to my bed, her hand in mine, her eyes closed, as if she fell asleep while watching over me.For the first time since waking up from my so-called long slumber, I look at her carefully. She looks more tired than I’ve ever seen her. The wrinkles on her face are more prominent, the skin around her neck slightly sagging, and her hair whiter than I remember. It’s as though she stopped taking care of herself, as if in the past two months, she aged by decades.My heart clenches painfully in my chest, so much so that I can’t stop the warm tears rolling down my cheeks.I turn away, wishing more than anything to wake up from what has started to feel like my worst nightmare—the kind of nightmare I never imagined could exist.“Ana…?” Lena’s gentle voice pulls me from my thoughts. I turn back to her and notice how she straightens up, her eyes alight with genuine concern. “You’re awake. Do you need something? Water, maybe?”I nod
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[NIKOLAI]Once we finally get to his office, Konstantin takes his seat behind the desk and raises an eyebrow. He looks kind of pissed, but not enough to end me right here and now.He might have the power to do that and carry on with his day as if nothing happened, but I know in my gut he won’t. He made a promise to our parents that no harm would come to me. And if there’s anyone I know who keeps their word, no matter the circumstances, it’s him. My very own, very infuriating brother.“So,” he drawls, leaning back in his chair and propping his legs up on the desk, crossing them at the ankles. “What do you want to talk about?”I don’t sit in the chair in front of me; instead, I start pacing the room. I glance around and find it exactly how our father designed it. Not a single thing has been changed or moved. It’s like walking into a museum of old memories.“I want to challenge Madam Volkova,” I say, almost expecting him to scoff.But he doesn’t. Instead, he tips his head to the side. “Wh
DANGEROUS HUSBANDS, BROKEN WIFES Chapter 153
[NIKOLAI]I hang up the phone and stare hard at the ground.“Fuck you, Dimitri!” I growl, clenching the phone tighter and huffing out a heavy breath.The bastard has the audacity to make me responsible for everything that happened to Ana and Ivan. But is it? Am I really the one to blame?I look away, peeling my back off the car and slipping inside.I put my hand on the steering wheel, unable to shake his words from my mind.Shit. If only I had known the consequences of my actions, maybe this day would have never come. Maybe Ana would still be safe, and Ivan would still be breathing on his own, not with the help of some fucking machine.“Fuck!” I punch the steering wheel, growling louder.I turn the key in the ignition and drive away from the motel. I’m not sure if what I’m about to do next is the right choice, but it seems like the only option I have left. I can’t go back to Madam Volkova after my fallout with her, and Dimitri doesn’t seem interested in having me by his side either.I
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[DIMITRI]I storm out of the building and light a cigarette, unable to think of anything else.I breathe in the smoke and then blow it out, hoping it will take away the stress pressing on my chest, making my lungs incapable of doing their job.I don’t know what to do anymore. Ana is finally awake, which is good news, of course.But what the hell do I tell her when she wakes up next time and asks the same questions all over again? How do I give her the answers that are sure to crush her?Maybe I’ve developed a new weakness these days—maybe falling in love makes you a fucking weak asshole—but I can’t seem to bear seeing that woman cry. I just can’t.It fucking stabs me right in the throat to see those tears streaming down her face, to see that fear in her eyes that seems to linger around her whenever she asks about Ivan.I take another big breath of smoke and then drop it, crushing it under the tip of my boot.“Fuck!”My phone rings just then. I thank God for the fucking distraction and
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[ANASTASIA]“Mommy!”One word, and my heart shatters into a million pieces.Before I even turn my gaze to the door, warmth floods through me, and tears well up in my eyes.My little girl comes running into the room, her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail bouncing with every step. Her eyes are sharp, excited, and filled with so much love. Her face is a canvas of every emotion I’ve ever seen her wear in my entire life.I don’t even realize it, but my arms open on their own, my chest aching to feel her little heart against mine.But just when I think she’s about to jump onto the bed and throw herself into my arms, she stops and stands there with her hands behind her back, her little legs fidgeting as she looks up at the doctor, her small eyes seeking some kind of permission.I suppose the last two months have changed a lot. My daughter, who used to storm in and out of any place she wanted, now suddenly looks afraid of hurting me.Tears race down my face. I wipe them as quickly as I can,
