Milana For the past three days now, I've been going back and forth, trying my utmost best to avoid Viktor and forget that whatever happened in the bathroom even happened. I've been doing so well as Viktor has been doing the same. He doesn't even reply to my greetings, but I never stop greeting him. He is still my boss. “Come on, Annika. Let's go.” I wrap my hands around Annika’s wrists and we both march out of the sitting room. She just finished having breakfast, and her father is still seated in the dining room. He feeds her basically every morning when he's home. “Are you sure that you had all your books packed and homework done? If not, we can quickly go through them in the car.” I tell her but Annika shakes her head. “I packed everything Milana. And all my homework is done. Papa helped me in doing them.” I smile at Annika and after making sure that the two pigtails I packed up for her are intact, I open the back seat for her to go in. “Good morning, Boris.” We both greet in u
Viktor “Papa, Miss Pavlovsky held Milana’s hand so tight and stopped her from coming into my classroom! Milana had a bruise because of that and her skin became red!!!” Those are the words that Annika blurts out the moment we sit for breakfast the next morning and Milana who just served the table stops moving. “What?” “Miss Pavlovsky hurt Milana!!!” she announces again. Her voice loud and then she picks up her spoon and begins to eat calmly. I glance up at Milana who has a confused look on her face and then back at my daughter. “What are you saying, Anushka? Why would Miss Pavlovsky hurt Milana?” I can’t help but ask. I know the lady is Annika’s class teacher but why would she even do such a thing? And is Milana a child? She’s a grown woman and married. Another grown woman can not just hurt her. “I don’t know why papa, but she was holding Milana so tightly and refused to allow her into my classroom. Look at her wrist, you can see the mark. It’s still there.” My eyes trail to Mila
Milana Throughout the ride, I am nervously picking on my fingers and Viktor never looks at me, not even once as he keeps his eyes focused on the road. He’s not driving home. I already know that due to the route that he is taking and I will not even dare to ask where he is going. So I just sit quietly in the car, glancing out the windows from time to time as I watch the busy street. He finally comes to stop in front of a huge building that looks like a warehouse and there’s a curious look on my face as I stare at the series of cars parked at the front. Expensive cars and I know that whoever might be driving them are fucking rich. I also see tons of men dressed in black, some of them holding guns. I don’t know what this place is, but it’s heavily guarded and there was a huge iron gate that we had to pass through. “Remain here. I will be back.” That’s all Viktor says and he steps down from the car, closing the door with a soft bang. I let out a deep breath the moment he leaves. His p
Milana “Stop being a creep, Mikhail. And get into the car Milana. We’re leaving.” I only nod at Viktor’s words before walking away from their presence as I go back into the car. Viktor does not come back to the car immediately. He still spends another thirty minutes before he finally comes. He drops something on the boot first before he gets into the car. “Why can’t you just listen to a simple instruction??” He smacks his lips hard, his angry gaze landing on me. I cower away, shifting to the other side as I nervously pick my nails. Doing that is a continuous habit of mine. “I told you to remain in the car, why did you come down?? Huh?? Why were you talking to Mikhail??” He demands, his tone lacking any emotions. His hands are on the steering wheel, while he taps his tattooed fingers repeatedly on the steering wheel as he waits for my reply. “Mikhail asked me to come down.” “Is Mikhail your boss???” He suddenly snaps at me and I flinch, slowly closing my eyes as part of my hair co
Milana Annika has been so excited since her father agreed for her to go swimming. Apparently, they have a huge pool at the back of their house. But Viktor rarely allows her to go there, unless he's with her. The time finally comes and Annika is dressed in her swimming trunks. I wear shorts and a big T-shirt. And fuck, I feel so uncomfortable with them. My legs are visible, making me feel weird. I've never liked the idea of showing my body and right now, I don't want to go with Annika but at the same time, I wouldn't want to disappoint her. “Come on Milana, walk fast. Papa will join us soon. We will go in first.” She says excitedly, jumping all the way to the back of the pool. Viktor suddenly became caught up with work and asked us to go first. Us? I can't swim!! I haven't said that out loud yet and I will be so embarrassed to do so, but I can't fucking swim and I hate getting into the water.We stop in front of the huge pool and while Annika is preparing herself to go in, I take in
Milana My whole body trembles and I flinch at every movement that Viktor makes. I'm still so fucking scared and I can't seem to calm down. My whole body is wet and I am still holding on so tight to Viktor. Is it strange that I feel some warmth in his hold? He's so gentle with the way that he holds me and I feel safe. I've never felt safe with a man that was not my father. Never! “Wait in your room, I'll take Milana to hers.” He says to Annika who soon replies in a solemn voice. “Okay, papa.” Her voice is low and I know that the little girl is feeling some guilt. I don't know why she pushed me into the water, but I don't want Annika to blame herself. I will talk to her later and find out why. Annika goes into her room and Viktor takes me to mine. Before dropping me on the bed, he wraps a blanket around me and then he carefully lays me down on the bed. I curl up and I wrap my hands around my body, still in shock. Fuck, I almost died. Viktor does not leave like I expected him to, he
Viktor Annika pushed her?? Why would Annika do that? I know that she likes Milana a lot, so she would not have done that with the intent of harming her. And Milana seems to be going through a trauma. I don't know what it is, but I know it's related to her flinching whenever someone tries to touch her. Maybe she suffered from abuse or something. I don't know and I don't care. I'm supposed to be avoiding her because I hate the effects she has on me. I go straight to Annika’s room and I see her sitting on her bed, her eyes filled with unshed tears. “Daddy, is Milana okay?” She sniffles, quickly climbing down her bed as she rushes to hug me. “I had no idea that this would happen. I wouldn't have pushed her into the water. Is she angry at me?” I sigh and I carry Annika up in my arms. She's already openly admitting to pushing Milana which only means there's a very good reason why she did that. “It's okay, Anushka. Milana is fine and she is not angry at you.” I tell her and she sniffles
Milana My head is spinning and I'm literally seeing double as I stare at the ceilings. It's Saturday and I'm supposed to be on my way home, but I can't move. I feel so fucking weak and I'm running temperature. My whole body feels like it's on fire and I can't move an inch. I got sick, great. I feel so cold and the AC is on. I've tried to move to turn it off, but I can't move, worsening my condition even more. I sniffle and I continue staring at the ceiling. It feels like my whole body is blazing with fire and someone is banging a heavy metal on my head. Why is this happening right now? I changed my clothes early yesterday and didn't sleep on wet clothes. The fever should have waited till I got home. Now I'm embarrassing myself at my boss’s place. He must be wondering why I've not stepped out of my room yet and maybe thinking that I overslept. Then he would think of me as incompetent. I'm still trying to think of a way out and each time I swallow, I feel the bitter taste in my tong
Milana Viktor had been so busy this past week. After the near-death accident, he had been leaving the house very often and Annika had also resumed school. The guards that now accompanied her to school were two. Sometimes it would be me, vion and Boris or me, another guard, and either of them. Her security had been tightened and I was very sure the rebels would never get to her. That was if they would be able to go near her. I still felt bad each time I remembered that all of it was my fault, and sometimes I would just zone out, thinking of how to tackle things as they were just so messed up. Viktor and I had not been having sex either, like I said, he had been so busy and we barely had any time together and I still get embarrassed each time I see him and I remember that he actually caught me masturbating with his shirt. That should be the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me and I wish I can forget what had happened. It's Saturday and I don't know if I should go hom
Milana I'm torn on how and what to feel. First Viktor tells me that what we have is just sex and then he goes on to take care of me. I can't help it! Him taking care of me, makes me want him more. Not only do I want him, I like him. A lot. We did not have sex last night. After he kissed me good night, we just slept in each other’s hands and it felt so peaceful. It felt like I was where I was supposed to be and everything felt so right. I liked being in his warm arms and I slept so peacefully. Viktor is not in the room. He left earlier and I was awake when he did. He went to meet Annika and I'm still trying to convince myself to forget about the incident that happened. Nobody got hurt. Annika is fine and safe, Viktor is and I will never say anything about Maksim to Viktor again. Never. I just want to gather enough money and leave that marriage. I want to be free. Viktor is not yet back and I'm certain that he's already so caught up with Annika. I don't leave his room yet, I clean t
ViktorI. AM. FUCKING. ANGRY. I've never been this angry in my life. And I don't even understand what happened. How did a simple trip to the park turn into a nightmare? We were attacked from nowhere, and The Rebels put my daughter's life in danger. I didn't know how they knew we were going to the pack. I'm very discreet, and them attacking out of nowhere was a fucking surprise. A bullet scratched my chest while I tried protecting Annika, and thankfully, I was able to control the situation. I managed to escape with Annika and, in turn, killed everyone that took part in that attack. They were all dead, and that was why I did not return home early. I was busy torturing, killing, and sending bodies back as a door mail. And when I returned home, the first thing Milana did was hug me as she cried. She was worried about me. I could see it in her eyes, and I thought that gave me a calm feeling. I did not want that. We only have sex, and that is it. No feelings should be attached, and her
Milana It's already past 10 in the evening and I've been sitting on the couch, waiting for Viktor. He's not yet back and I can't even call him. I did once and it went straight to voicemail. Vion and Boris are not home either. Annika is sleeping. She slept about 30 minutes ago and that was after staying up so long as she was waiting for Viktor. I had to force her to go to sleep. I take an impatient look at the clock and I feel so restless. I just want to see Viktor and know that he is perfectly fine. I don't even know how serious his wound is or if he's actually hospitalized. I shake my head at that thought. I don't want to think that far. I had actually thought that his injury was so serious and they lied to Annika that he was going after the bad guys, just to make her stay home and not cry over him as he's very injured. I don't want to think that far and just take it as he's too busy dealing with things. I suddenly stand up to my feet when I hear the sound of a car honking. From
Milana I just sit on the floor of my bedroom, staring directly at the clock. I just want Monday to come, so I can get the fuck out of here. Maksim has not been home since yesterday as he left with the whore that he brought home to fuck and me? I just want this weekend to end. I feel so guilty and I've been crying nonstop since yesterday. My rib hurts a lot, the exact spot where Maksim kicked me. I've been applying ointment, but the spot is slightly swollen and red. Applying ointment or massaging it has not been helping. I just want this weekend to end!!I sniffle, wiping my tears with the back of my hand. I can't sleep. I have tried sleeping, thinking that the day would pass by quickly, but I can't sleep. I feel so guilty and I'm reminded of what I have done. I betrayed Viktor. I have no idea what Maksim will do with the information, but that does not change the fact that I betrayed Viktor. They already trusted me so much but I went ahead to mess it all up. My phone that's lying on
Milana It feels like my heart is being cut into tiny pieces as I stand in front of the door of my house. I came home. I had to. It's not like I had a choice and I know that Maksim is home and he is fucking. I can hear the woman moaning from where I'm standing and I seriously don't care about who he fucks anymore. I just want to be free from his clutches. “Oh Maksim baby, fuck me harder.” The lady moans and I cringe. I have to go in, I can't keep standing outside. I take a deep breath and I muster all the courage in me to open the door and I slowly walk inside. They are in the sitting room and the lady is riding his dick. Maksim is quick to notice my presence. He stops the woman from riding him and then whispers something to her ear. I don't say anything and just remain standing when she nods and then gets off his lap before going into his room. He stands up and wraps a blanket around his waist as he comes to stand in front of me. “So you finally showed your face? I thought that yo
Viktor Annika opens her mouth and I feed her some soup. I may be feeding my daughter, but my eyes are fixed on the two people who are standing not too far from me. Milana and Vion. They are both talking with each other and I have no fucking idea what they are talking about and I don't want Milana near Vion. Nor do I want any other man coming near her, the thought of it makes me angry and the sight of it gets me more pissed. Vion needs to step away right now, or I might actually kill him. It's Friday and Annika has not been to school throughout this week. She is going back on Monday. Milana has been giving her some lessons at home and I think that she is in a better frame of mind to go back as she is not asking too much about having a mother who I know the silence is not going to ask for long and that she will soon start asking. But for now, I'm glad that she has stopped. And Milana? She's definitely going to get punished tonight once she comes to my room. Vion is too close. Just t
Milana I've lost count of how long I've been in the shower. I remained under it as the soothing waters helped calm down my nerves because I was troubled and confused. I had no idea what to do. I didn't even know how to go about my life again. I did not go downstairs and came straight into the shower again after Maksim’s call. How do I deal with him? I need to do something about him when I go home this weekend. I take in a deep breath and my head tilts when I hear noises from outside. It looks like someone is in my room. I turn off the shower and tie the towel around my chest. Just when I open the door, I see Viktor standing just a few inches away from me. I think he was about to come into my bathroom. My heart skips a beat and I gasp softly. “S…ir.” I stammer. “I'm so sorry for not coming down early. I will come down to make breakfast now.” I quickly tell him and a frown appears on his face. As I turn to run to the closet, I mentally note to myself to wear less revealing clothes a
Milana I moan softly and my eyes flutters open. Looking around the room, I realize that I'm still in Viktor’s bed and I immediately begin to blush, remembering what happened yesterday. I finally had real sex and it was…. terrific. I could barely hold it in and Viktor went so hard on me that I passed out. It felt so good that I thought I was to collapse and I didn't even want him to stop. I look around the room and I realize that I'm alone. Viktor is not in. I don't even know if he slept here. I feel the dull ache in between my legs, a reminder of how hard he went on me. I decide to leave the room as it's morning and I have to make breakfast. I slowly get out of bed and quickly arrange it. After I'm done, I find my clothes on the couch and I quickly put them on. Combing my hands through my hair, I make my way out. I open the door slowly and push my head out. I look around the hallway to make sure that there is no one around. Because I have no explanation to give on why I'm walking