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E L L E We entered the restaurant and the hostess guided us to a table where a couple was seated. The man had dark hair, green eyes and was tall, his features strong. He was quite handsome. The woman had blonde hair and blue eyes, her facial features soft. She was pretty. "Ivan." Mikhail greeted, smiling. "Mikhail." He stood and they shook hands, hugging briefly. "This is Elle. My girlfriend." Mikhail said, and I felt a tingle run through my body when he referred to me as his girlfriend. "Hello, nice to meet you." I smiled. "Elle, this is Ivan, my best friend. And this is Emily." I didn't miss the flicker in Ivan's eyes as he looked at Emily. Weren't they dating? Why didn't Mikhail address her as Ivan's girlfriend. I internally shook my head. I was thinking too much. "Nice to meet you, Elle. You look gorgeous." Emily smiled, and we shook hands. I smiled, her accent reminding me of Mikhail. "Thanks. You look beautiful too." Mikhail pulled out the chair for me and I took a s
E L L EHe smiled, and placed a hand on my thigh, "Yes, baby. I just remembered some stuff. Don't worry. Everything is perfect.""Okay." I said, goosebumps forking in my skin at his touch. It didn't help that my gown was very short and I could feel his touch directly on my skin. His phone rang, and he picked it up."Hello? Yeah, no problem. Be right there."He hung up and turned toward me, "Baby, something came up. Do you mind if I drop you off at home?""Oh? I thought we were going to spend the night together?" I couldn't even hide the disappointment in my tone. I didn't want to sound needy, of course he has work. I was just looking forward to spending time with him."Oh shit. Will... uhm, will you stay at my place until I return? I promise I won't take long. You could make yourself comfortable until I get home.""Of course." That was definitely much better, I thought with a smile. We drove the rest of the way to his house in silence.Mikhail's house was huge. It was a modern mansi
I V A NMy car came to a stop in front of Emily's house. The entire car drive with her has been filled with silence. My mind was reeling with everything that happened at the restaurant and it made me more and more angrier.She was so quick to deny dating me, was I that repelling to her? After all we've done together? The least she could do is I was so fucking hurt.I parked the car, and exited, going to open the door for her.I grabbed her bag, handing it to her."Thank you." She mumbled.We walked up the pathway and I unlocked the door, opening it and gesturing for her to enter."Thank you, Ivan. I had a great time."I shut the door, tossing the keys onto the coffee table."Yeah, I had a blast too." I deadpanned, walking into the kitchen, pouring myself a glass of water."Hey, what's wrong? Are you mad?""What the fuck gave you that idea? Did you expect me to be happy after hearing you say that we're not dating?""I- I didn't mean it. Not like that.""Really, Emily? You know how I fe
M I K H A I LI woke up the next morning, and the sun was shining brightly, the curtains slightly opened, allowing the light to seep through.I turned over, looking at Elle who was sleeping peacefully. It was her first night at my place and she was a sight to behold. I wouldn't mind this glorious view for the rest of my life. I'd shamelessly die a happy man.Her pink lips were slightly parted, her hair fanned across the pillow. She looked like a literal goddess, her brunette hair contrasting against her skin.She was so beautiful.Her long lashes brushed against her cheeks as her eyes fluttered open, blinking as she woke up."Good morning." She murmured sleepily, her blue eyes staring into mine."Morning, malyshka." I peppered small kisses all over her face.She giggled, and I rolled over on top of her, staring into her eyes."You're so beautiful. I could wake up to this sight every morning." I whispered, pressing a kiss to her lips. She smelled heavenly. Even in the morning, without
S E B A S T I A NIt was six am on a Monday morning, the sun has barely risen and I was driving on the road in my black Mercedes G wagon.After yesterday's unpleasant encounter with Elle's new fuck buddy, I couldn't stop thinking about the fact that she was dating him. What's his game? Why is he going after my wife?Wait—Did I just say my wife?I scoffed and shook my head.That woman is no longer your wife. She's a manipulative, selfish whore. You were nothing but a fool for her.She made a fool out of me. She betrayed and humiliated me. The only reason I'm even doing this is to expose her, and let him know that she's no angel.He's in for a big surprise.The traffic was moving slowly and my knuckles tightened around the steering wheel.My anger was directed towards Mikhail instead of Elle and I couldn't fucking understand why. I hated that bitch. Hated her for cheating on me.But I hated Mikhail Volkov more for dating her, for touching her. Images of him fucking her crossed my mind
E L L EMikhail is a spitting image of his mother. The only difference is, his eyes are a darker shade. His mother's eyes were a lighter, brighter brown. But, other than that, he's a carbon copy of her."What are you doing here?" He asked, shock written all over his face."Can't a mother drop by her son's place, unannounced, without raising an alarm?"He shook his head, "Of course you can. I just wasn't expecting you.""Well, you can expect me more often. This place is gorgeous, Mishka.""Thanks. Come in, Mom."His mother stepped inside, and he closed the door behind her.She turned toward me, and smiled with confusion. "Hello. I'm Anastasia, Mikhail's mother."I stumbled a bit, initially hiding behind Mikhail to avoid her attention, but eventually, I stuck my hand out, "Elle.""Ah, so you're the Elle." She said, grinning widely."What are you talking about, Mom?" Mikhail asked, glancing between us."Oh, nothing. Your brother is coming by with his family later today, I was just tellin
E L L EThe sound of his name alone made my blood boil with anger. What the hell was he doing here? Hasn't he done enough? What prompted his unwanted visit?"Send him in."The assistant nodded, and I sighed, leaning back in my chair.I knew whatever Sebastian was here for, it was no good.Sebastian was a sore reminder of the past. The painful and ugly past, one I never ever want to reminisce. The past one month of being with Mikhail, I had almost completely forgotten about Sebastian, not until today that he decided to grace me with his unpleasant visit. Sebastian strolled in, and he stood staring at me for a few moments. His eyes held a mixture of emotions which I couldn't really detect, or I didn't really care enough to.His brows were furrowed as if rethinking his decision of coming here. And he should.I stared back at the man I was hopelessly in love with five years ago. The man who betrayed me and left me all alone in this cruel world.Sebastian took a seat on the chair across fr
E M O R YI was livid, annoyed and frustrated. All this goddamned pregnancy knows how to do is fuck with me and give me a migraine.I was supposed to be at the doctor's, but here I am, lying in bed and feeling like shit. I have to be there today. My appointment is important and I can't miss it, especially in my last month of pregnancy."Fuck this."Sebastian has been nothing but a shitty husband since my third trimester. He constantly came home late, left before I’m even able to wake up and forced me to take a maternity leave from my company because the baby could arrive at anytime. Which makes me wonder, if he knows the baby isn’t his, would he still care about me and the baby?He claims to love the child but he has never attended any of my ultrasounds, never held my hand when I was in pain or cried alone when I felt like a failure. He was absent from the pregnancy, and he has a lot of making up to do.I know what I did was wrong. And I feel horrible. But it doesn’t change the fact t
E L L EBlood drained from my face as an excruciating pain hit the bottom of my belly, and blood rolled down my legs.My heart jumped in my chest as Mikhail flew to my side, and helped me off the bed."What's happening? I think something is wrong with the baby, Mikhail. I- I aah!" I screamed as the pain intensified, and I bent over, feeling lightheaded.Mikhail was talking to someone on the phone, and he was yelling, his voice panicked."Elle, love. Listen to me, okay. We have to go.""Where are we going?""To the hospital, love. We have to get you there. It's going to be okay.""O-o-k-kay," I managed to choke out.He picked me up, and carried me out of the house, and straight into the car.He strapped me in, and closed the door, getting in on the other side. He started the engine, and drove down the road."Is- is- the- the baby gonna be okay?" I said, watching the blood spread, and the pain increased."Yes, love. The baby is gonna be fine. Just hang in there, baby."I nodded, and clo
M I K H A I LAs the weeks flew by, we were getting closer and closer to Elle's due date. In two weeks time, she'd be entering the very last month of her pregnancy.And I've been angsty, Michael hasn't got much information on Emory, and we still have no idea where the threats were coming from, and what we were dealing with.Everything had been quiet, and there were no news. It was as if we had entered a state of limbo.A weird, calm, limbo.I wanted to be hopeful, but my gut was telling me that she was up to something, and whatever it was, wasn't good.And, I was right.Elle was at home, and safe, and I had decided to spend the day with her. She was in the kitchen, which I had frowned upon but she had insisted that she was craving 'Her' own food. She was making cookies, and I was watching her, and making sure she wasn't overdoing it.Her bump had gotten bigger, and she was looking more and more like a balloon.She was wearing a grey, oversized t-shirt, and black sweatpants, and her ha
G I O V A N N ASebastian left a couple of minutes ago, to go get ready for our flight tonight. I placed back and forth, tugging my hair in frustration.I should have known that allowing Laura go to Italy all on her own was a bad idea. But for some reason, she has insisted on nobody coming with her, which was quite suspicious, because everyone knows how much Laura hayes bring in Italy, because of the horrid memories it holds for her.Something was off, and I had no idea what it was.I could have insisted more on her to let Sebastian come with her, or maybe me. Or even, one of my trusted security men.But, she had refused, saying it was important that she was alone, and now, look what had happened.She was gone.With no trace of who had abducted her, and no single lead.I was losing my mind.I was worried sick, and had been calling non-stop, asking for updates, and I had none. Avery came up to me, stopping my movements. "Relax. You will find her."I groaned. "This is so frustrating. Th
S E B A S T I A NIt's been exactly twenty four hours of calling Laura's number non-stop, and no response.Something was wrong.Really, fucking, wrong.Laura had never missed a call from me, and especially since she had promised to keep communication open. I have dropped more than 300 missed calls, and several texts, yet no response.Where was she?The last text she had sent me was twenty six hours , telling me that the funeral was ongoing and she would facetime me when she gets back home. But, she didn't. Something was definitely wrong.My heart was pounding in my chest, and anxiety was slowly taking over. Where was she?I was having a really bad feeling about her, and I didn't know if I was worrying for nothing or my worries were indeed valid. Laura wouldn't intentionally ignore my calls, knowing I'm sick with worry.What if something happened to her?What if she was attacked?What if her father's funeral had taken a turn for the worse? What if someone was holding her captive?Or, w
L A U R AThe shot rang in my ears, and I watched in horror as blood spurted from Marco's mouth and his body slumped to the floor."What did you do?!" Bile rose in my throat as I watched the horrific sight in front of me, a cold shiver and a feeling of deja vu running through my body.I have seen Viktor take people's life like it was nothing too many times. He kills humans faster than he kills a mosquito. He has no compassion, no emotions, no remorse. He's a monster.If you think my father was horrible, Viktor is ten times worse than him. He's the devil incarnate."Why? Why did you do that? He was innocent.""What he deserved. No one, and I mean, no one, will ever defy me. If he can't do his job, he is useless. There's no use keeping a man who's a coward. I'll have to get another one who is not a pussy like Marco to get the job done, sí?"My mind ran fast, and I had to think of a way to convince him against this. "What's the point of allowing another man to touch what is yours? It's o
L A U R AI felt a pinch on my arm, and I snapped my head to the side, to watch Viktor piercing a needle in my arm."What the fuck are you doing?""This is going to help you relax. You're tense, and nervous, and I don't want you to make a scene. Not now. Not when we're so close to finally being together again. So, stop struggling, and enjoy the ride. You will get there, eventually."He injected the contents into my blood stream, and I watched him, and the man driving, as the world around me started spinning.And, the last thing I saw was Viktor's smiling face.A face that had haunted me every single day, and a face that was the last thing I had ever wanted to see again.It was a nightmare.I slumped on the seat, and blacked out."Wakey, wakey, sleeping beauty. Wake the fuck up. I've waited too long for this."I heard Viktor's voice, and I struggled to open my eyes. I blinked a few times, and the room came into focus.I was in a room, sitting in a chair, with my hands tied behind me, an
L A U R AToday is my father's funeral.I woke up, feeling a dar, gloomy cloud over my head. It was screaming danger. Something was about to happen. Something big. I could feel it.But, I didn't let my fear get the best of me. I got out of bed, walking into my bathroom to take a shower. As the warm water cascaded down my skin, I couldn't help but remember the first time Viktor took me, and he made me bleed."Viktor, please..." I cried, trying to pull my wrists free. He was holding them down, hovering over me, and spreading my legs with his own as he smiled sadistically. No single remorse in his eyes."No."He took me forcefully, my frail sixteen year old body unable to withstand the strength and power of a thirty two year old man.It felt like he was splitting me open. My eyes filled with tears, and I begged him to stop. And when I saw that I didn't have a choice, I begged him to go slowly that he was hurting me, I screamed for help, but he slapped a hand over my mouth, and shoved hi
L A U R AMy phone rang, as Sebastian's name appeared on the screen."Hey, baby." I smiled, and walked out onto the balcony, and sat on the chair."How are you doing, Laura? Are you holding up okay?""Yeah. I'm fine." I lied, and he sighed."I know you're not okay, baby. Please, tell me the truth."I knew i had to keep lying to him. For his own sake. He didn't deserve to be dragged into my Mafia world, full of hatred, chaos, violence, and danger. He was an innocent, and his only mistake was loving me."It's just the stress from the funeral arrangements. We're having a wake for my father, and then a burial in the family cemetery. And, there are a lot of preparations that need to be made. The board, and the family members have to attend, and we have to make sure everything is perfect.""Do you want me to come? I can take some time off work, and stay for a few days, and help you. Then we'd come back to America together. How does that sound?""It's alright, Seb. You don't have to come. I'
L A U R AThe next day, I was forced to go see my father's body at the morgue. Not really forced, but it's kind of like a family tradition where a child has to see and pray on the father's body, to send him off for an eternal rest in heaven.If only they knew that even my prayers wouldn't stop God's plans for that man. He was going to make him suffer and rot in hell with the devil, exactly where he belongs. He's a devil, and the devil's family.The coroner pulled the body out of the freezer, and I had to keep myself from retching, and rolling my eyes. He was so pale, and his skin was almost blue. He was wearing an oversized shirt, and his arms were folded on top of his stomach.Fabian held my arm, and I took a deep breath, and watched as the coroner pulled the cloth off his face.He was covered in scars, and stitches, and looked like a corpse.And, the moment I saw his face, I felt nothing.Nothing at all.My heart didn't sink, and tears didn't roll down my cheeks, and no regrets or r