Milana
“I told you to come here quickly, Mila. Do you think that you're the only one that needs this job? There are thousands of women applying. So come here quickly!!” Zoya yells over the phone and I quickly rush out of the house, running over to my car. “I'm so sorry, Zoya. But I have to pick up something for Maksim. I'll be there—” I don't get to finish when Zoya groans. “That Durak [Jerk] again? You're going to be late for him? That-” Her voice trails off like she can't find the perfect insult to give to Maksim. “I keep telling you this—” “I'll be there in thirty minutes. I'm so sorry for being late, Zoya.” I interrupt her and then end the call afterwards. I know what she wants to say. She keeps telling me to divorce Maksim, but I can't. My mother still owes him. I will divorce him once I raise enough money to pay him back, but for now, I will try to cement our relationship, and see if things can work for us. As I get into my car, I let out a frustrated groan when I start the car and it doesn't start. I knew this car was bound to delay me. Each time I start the car, it makes a roaring, deafening sound. I inherited it from my grandfather and it is way outdated. After a lot of tries, the car finally comes back to life. I start the car and I drive out of my driveway. I go to the place where I need to pick up something from Maksim. He asked me not to return home unless I did so. Just after I pick up the item, Zoya begins to bombard my phone with calls. I don't pick up as I'm not anywhere near her location. She keeps calling and I let out a frustrated sigh. Her call keeps distracting me. I need to keep my eyes on the road and my car being an old rickety car does not help. I decide to receive the call to tell her that I'm already near. As I reach for my phone, my eyes leave the road for just a split second. But that's all it takes. My car drifts into the adjacent lane, and before I can react, the sound of screeching tyres fills the air. The tyres squeal for a brief moment before the car comes to a stop. I'm relieved to see that it's just a minor accident but I bumped into a car. I rush out of my car in a hurry to look at the mess that I created. The other car's trunk is scratched, and my own car's side panel is dented, but thankfully, no one appears to be hurt. But the car I just bumped into looks so expensive. It's a black flashy Rolls Royce. I run my hands through my hair, my heart beating loudly as a look of confusion appears on my face. What have I gotten myself into? I'm still thinking of how to explain to the owner when I hear voices. “Miss Annika, your papa told you not to come out of the car.” I hear a deep voice and my heart skips a bit. “But Papa's not here Boris. I want to see it too.” The soft voice sounds and I lift my head to a little girl approaching me. “Oh, it's a woman, Boris.” Her lashes flutter and I gulp nervously when a very huge scary man appears from behind her. I know he's her guard. “I… I’m so sorry. It was not intentional. I hope no one's hurt. Are you hurt, little girl?” I quickly crouch down to the level of the girl. She should be about six and she's so pretty. Very cute. “My name is Annika. Not little girl.” She corrects boldly, and then adds. “And I'm not hurt.” I breathe out in relief. “I'm glad.” I smile. “I'm glad that you're fine, Annika. And I'm sorry for causing you any form of shock.” I sincerely apologize and she only smiles at me. “I'm Milana.” I decide to introduce myself. If I can get in her good books, she can help me convince her parents not to sue me for scratching their expensive car. She smiles at me and I'm about to reach out to hug her when a deep voice thunders and rings in my ears, “Anushka!” I jerk at how harsh the voice sounds. Annika’s smile widens even more as she whips her head in a direction and then screams, “Papa!” I stand up to my feet, watching as she runs up to a man who carries her up in his arms. My mouth runs dry the moment I see his face. Now I know where Annika got her beauty from. Because what manner of a hot man is that? His grey eyes are gosh, so mesmerizing and at the same time lack emotion. “What did I tell you about talking to strangers?” “Milana bumped into our car and was asking if I got hurt. She-” “That doesn't matter Anushka. Don't speak to strangers, and Boris!” He snaps coldly at the guard. “Why did you allow this woman to come near my daughter?” He says with so much contempt and I look down, nervously picking my fingertips. “Boss I-” “Save it!” He interrupts the guard harshly and when I feel his hard gaze on me, I muster up all the courage to speak. “I’m sorry about your car. I will pay for the damages.” What am I even saying? I don't have the fucking money. But the man standing in front of me look so dangerous and that is the only thing that came to my mind. “And how many lifetimes do you plan on serving me to fix it? Did you look in the mirror before leaving the house today?” I feel a wave of embarrassment run through me. I didn't. And I know I look like a mess. I come home every day to get beaten and I never have the time to cater for myself. “You look like you can barely eat thrice a day and you want to fix my car?” He scoffs. “I'll do you a favour. Use the money to get a meal and fix yourself up.” I gulp, my eyes welling with tears at his words. “Have a nice day.” I don't look at him, I can't look at him as I'm so embarrassed at myself. I remain standing there till he settles into his car and the moment the car drives off, the first tear drops from my eye.Milana “I'm sorry I'm late. Got caught up in an accident.” Zoya gasps the moment I tell her and she stands to her feet as she begins to inspect my body. “Are you hurt? Did you get hurt?” She asks worriedly, checking my body for any signs of injury. There are none. I did not get hurt, but my ego did. I've never been so embarrassed in my life. And to think that it was a handsome man who talked to me with so much disgust. “Do I look disgusting, Zoya?” I ask in a low voice and I don't even know why I ask that. “You don't. You're one of the most beautiful women that I know, Mila. It's just that…your um… marriage and the constant beatings you get from Maksim are making you look so worn out. Take care of yourself more.” She advises and my eyes water as I nervously bite down my lips. Maksim takes all my money, I barely have savings for myself. Zoya just introduced a good-paying job to me, where I would be working as a nanny. It pays more than my old job and once I get accepted, I wi
Milana “Now tell me, how the hell did you get Viktor Ivanov's daughter to like you so much?” Zoya asks the moment we step in front of my porch and I shrug my shoulders. I have no idea. “I…I. We just met and…” “Fuck! You’re lucky.” I wish. I really wish I was. “And you seem to know him so well, who’s he?” The name sounds familiar, but I don’t get where I’ve heard the name from before. “You’re so busy getting beatings from your husband that you don’t know anything about Russia anymore.” she mumbles and a frown appears on my face. Zoya is right. I’m too caught up trying to put my marriage together. “He’s THE Viktor Ivanov. He’s in the Bratva? The strategists? The four reapers? Does that ring a bell?” She lists out and my mouth parts in shock. It’s really him. Now I know why his name sounded familiar. He’s a member of the Bratva. He’s among the four ruthless members who are also called the four reapers. Everyone fears them as they hold so much power and are all bloodthirsty.
Milana Fuck! I’m late. Very late and it’s all thanks to Maksim and my stupid car. Maksim insisted that I made him breakfast and when I tried explaining to him that I had to leave early, he slapped me. Funny how he’s the one who puts me up to a task and he’s still the one delaying me. I’m supposed to be at the location by 8 and it’s already 8:30. The slap from Maksim this morning gave me enough reason to want to leave him. I step out of my car breathlessly as I stand in front of the restaurant where Viktor is going to interview me. I’m cooked. I know it. The first thing I see are two SUVs parked in front of the building and I know that the cars are his. I quickly run toward the building and I don’t even bother to knock before barging into the restaurant. The place is eerily quiet and there is no one around. No customers I mean, because I can see gruff-looking men standing and then my eyes land on him. He looks displeased and angry. “You’re late.” He says coldly and I begin to pick
Dear readers, Please note that although this story has a Russian theme, it is written in English. When reading dialogue, please assume that characters are speaking in Russian, even though it appears in English. This is the book 2 in the Dark Desires Series and book one is Dark Obsessions, a MM romance. Maddest Obsseions will be out soon! I did not upload it because I'm still working with a few adjustments on the plot. Xoxo
Milana I got the job!! I've been employed as Annika’s nanny. I was so happy when Viktor told me. Not only would I get a huge amount as my salary, but I would also be free from that hell I call a marriage. I have not been so happy for a while now. I'll be living at Viktor’s place and that only means five days without beatings and scoldings. I would be free from Maksim for five fucking days. I will finally have some peace of mind. I went straight to my workplace to quit my job and then I told Zoya about the good news. I was going to start work tomorrow. Viktor had me give him my house address as someone would pick me up tomorrow. “How was your interview?” Maksim asks the moment I walk into the house. I pause in my tracks, nervously looking down in fear. I'm scared of Maksim. This man is a beast and every time he comes near me, it's to hit me. “F…F…”“Give me straight answers! Enough with the fucking stutters!!” He snaps angrily at me and I walk backwards when he rises to his feet.
Milana Maksim left early this morning and I already packed my things that I would need to stay at Viktor’s place for the week. It’s Wednesday, so I only packed things that I will need for two more days. I was so glad when Maksim left. The slap he gave me yesterday left his fingerprints on my face and he actually returned home with a woman yesterday. I was locked up in my room, completely helpless as the sound of them fucking filled my ears. There was nothing that I could do, I couldn’t even sleep. Was I not pretty enough for Maksim to have sex with? I swear, I’m hotter than some of the women he brings home. Why can’t he just look at me? I kept on hearing the sounds of their bed creaking and the woman moaning out my husband’s name so loudly before I finally fell asleep. It was already 10 in the morning and I was waiting patiently for whoever Viktor said would come and pick me up. At exactly 10 minutes after 10, I hear a car honk and I quickly rush to the window. A relieved look ap
Viktor “So were you able to get a nanny for Annika?” Alexei asks and I only nod, taking slow sips from my drink. Getting Milana as Annuka’s nanny was unplanned and it was done on short notice. Something happened to her old nanny. She tried to hurt my daughter and I killed her. In the most gruesome ways ever. “I hope this one stays. Changing her nannies all the time is not healthy. She's still so little to experience many toxic things.” Exactly. I'm so busy but I try to spend at least two hours with Annika every day. Sometimes I don't spend time with her at all but she never complains and plays on her own. I know that it's hurting her inside that she is alone most of the time but she smiles to cover it. That's why I took her to a school where no one could know of her identity as my daughter. I want her to live a normal life and make friends normally. She will not make friends as the daughter of Viktor Ivanov, nor will her friends be scared of her because of her father's reputation.
Milana Annika was really happy to see me. She jumped to hug me the moment she saw me. She was in her room, reading a book. She's so smart for her age. I moved my bags to my room and Boris left. “I'm so glad that you are here, Milana. Papa told me that you were coming today and I have been waiting for you.” She says as I follow her back into her room. Her room is so pretty, neat and coordinated. She's so neat for a six-year-old. I still can't believe that she was alone in here. “I'm glad too. And I'm going to do my best for you, Annika. I hope we get along well.” I tell her. We are already getting along and I hope that it goes on like that. “Which book were you reading?” I ask curiously, and my eyes land on the book which seems to be an English book. “It's a book that Papa got me. It's for beginners in English. I'm trying to perfect my English.” Viktor told me that. He said that I would be giving Annika English lessons. Luckily, I'm very good at English. “How good are you now in
Milana I truly regret having her as my mother. It has to be one of the worst things that has ever happened to me. A curse. She and Maksim are both curses in my life. They are barriers in my life and I cannot just work out with them in my life. Too bad my father died so soon and young. Sometimes, I wish that she died instead. Maybe life would have been so much better if Dad lived. I wouldn't have been in an abusive marriage and I would be working, probably as a well-known ballerina because I was good in it or a company. More tears fill my eyes as I remember the gruesome way in which he died. “I really wish Dad was here,” I say in a croaked voice and I feel my heart twist with pain. “Don't bring him into this Milana.” Mom warms but I'm not done. “I really wish Dad was the one here with me and not you!” My voice is harsh and I don't care how it's going to affect her. I don't. “Milana!!”“I’ve had it up to here!!” I place my hand on my neck, tapping myself there as I cry hard. I've
Milana I was so relieved once Monday came again and I saw Boris’s car parked in front of my house. There was this untold joy brewing in me when I picked up my purse. I didn't bother to pack my bags as I left some clothes at Viktor's place. And I'm not coming back to this house anytime soon. Maksim told me not to return home until I brought back valuable information. I had to think of a way to deal with Maksim without giving him any information about Viktor. But now's the time to leave before he actually kills me. Boris told me that Vion went to drop Annika off at school, and he would be bringing her back. So, there was no need for me to go to her school; he would drop me off at home. “You should go in from here. I'm leaving. I have some errands to run.” A small smile grazes my lips, and I slowly step out of the car. “Thank you so much, Boris. I really appreciate your help. I don't know how I will repay your kindness.” I tell him. He always drives me home and then drives me back he
Milana I take a deep breath as I stand in front of my house. Coming back to this house feels like coming back to hell. I hate it here. There is no peace, and it sucks that I'm going to stay here for another two days. Right now, I can wait for Monday to come so I can go back to Viktor's place. I love it there. They are all nice people—Boris, Vion, my dearest Annika, and even Viktor. He loves acting grumpy and cold, but he's kind and soothing. His touches are so calming, sending shivers through my spine each time he touches me or we accidentally touch. His gaze is intense most of the time and causes my body to shiver. I love his grey eyes a lot, and I'm not supposed to. He's my Boss. Since the day I helped him sort out some files, I have been offering to help, and when he refuses, I insist, and he just agrees. I really enjoy my conversations with him and I'm glad that he trusts me with his office work. Wait until he finds out about the truth. A voice sounds in my head, and I suck in
Viktor I'm in my office, holding a cigarette to my mouth as I just sit, lost in thoughts. In thoughts of Milana. Like fuck! I still can't get her out of my head, I can't have sex with any other woman either. They don't get me hard and the only time I get hard is when I think of Milana. I hate this shit a lot. The slight knock that comes on my door, causes me to lift my head. “Come in,” It's Vion. He gently closes the door behind him and his once cheerful expression is gone. Vion can be cheerful and lethal at the same time. He's very close to Annika, seeing his carefree nature and he's the least intimidating amongst all my guards. Boris is very intimidating, but he just tones it down when it comes to Annika. They are my most trusted guards and Bion left to take care of an assignment for me. While Boris is 35, me 32, vion is 25. He's also the youngest. “Boss,” He calls and I only nod at him, urging him to go on and speak as I extinguish my cigar in an ashtray. I'm not a heavy smoker
Milana Annika stands excitedly by the door as she makes me wait side by side with her, waiting for someone. I don't know who, but she looks so happy since Viktor broke the news that he would be returning. She hasn't stopped bubbling with excitement since then and has now made me stand outside the door to wait. We can seriously wait inside. “We can wait inside, Annika. What if they don't come till evening? We can't keep standing..” I try to reason with her, but Annika shakes her head. She still refuses to go on. “They will be here soon. Papa told me that he would be coming early.” my brows crease. “And who's this he?” “My friend. I'll introduce you to him and make you both friends too. Boris went to bring him and they should—” Her voice trails off and her eyes widen in excitement when she catches sight of three cars driving towards us. I gulp nervously, feeling kind of curious to see who the friend is that she's so excited about. The first car stops and the other two stop behind
Viktor Milana was sick throughout the whole weekend and yes, it was left for Annika and I to take care of her. Annika was very worried for her and I knew how to take care of fever patients, so we both took care of her.I always take care of Annika each time she gets sick, so I know how to deal with that a lot and thankfully, Milana is getting better. It's Monday and she's getting Annika ready for school. She insists that she is better now and I can't force her. I already did what I had to do. Throughout the weekend, I found something very surprising and that is the fact that her husband never called. Not even once. I had to ask if the both of them lived together and Milana's answer was yes. Then why didn't he call? His wife did not return home and he did not call to ask how she was doing, no one called. Her phone was by her bedside the whole time and it did not ring even once. Now that has left me intrigued. Boris will be dropping them off. I have some work to do and Mikhail has be
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
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 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